The servant bowed to Shauna and a plesant, warm breeze brushed past them as they were teleported to Morah.<span style="color: #4dffff"> "Enjoy your stay, ma'am." </span>The servant bowed again and vanished while Nyx and Saerwynn looked around in wonder of the island.<span style="color: #00b300">"Cow woman. Does she go moo like the ones at home?" </span>Nyx pointed at Morah while Saerwynn began to run around in circles as a small bird no bigger than her hand tried to land on her horns.<br/><br/>Arlokk nodded and motioned the Timelost Zelina over.<span style="color: #006633">"Come here, you can lean against me too. So Rayne was cursed to kill her child, but didn't, and the guilt of it combined with the last effects of having a goddess clawing at her mind for who knows how long. I don't know your history with your Rayne but I trust your words. I hope you're able to find someone else in this time that won't require such... extreme measures to keep happy." </span>He nodded to his Zelina and kissed her softly.<span style="color: #006633">"Understood loud and clear." </span>While Arlokk kissed his Zelina, the lightweight drunk Estella pulled her Zelina into a sloppy, honey tasting kiss. "You're too pretty to cry. I can't tell Nalo a damn thing, you gotta go through Morah or Tyrande if you want to get an order through to her. Well your mother-in-law is a piece of shit who... there's a legend of an ancient Troll warlord or something. My'das... My'ass? I dunno, legend said everything he touched would turn to gold. The'kal is an anti-... that guy. Everything she touches turns to shit. Maybe this Animus is tryin' to get rid of the hybrids so it can destroy this world."<span style="color: #006633">"My'das was real, but he was an accomplished alchemist. No magic involved, but back in those days everything was magic to the simple minds. And he was no conqueror or warlord, just a man trying to save his people from a blood plague."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>