The Draenei shrugged and brushed some hair out of her face.<span style="color: red"> "When your life expectancy is three years and they mass produce you, making sure you're comfortable while shipping was low on their priorities. Rather, they tried to mass produce me, last I heard only four others like me were created and they went insane." </span>Shaking her head, Nalo gave the priestess a squeeze and a kiss on the forehead.<span style="color: red">"That's why I'm looking into taking the city for myself, I don't intend on ruling with an iron fist or anything... but I will take the proper measures needed to ensure half-breeds are treated fairly. The temple is too slow to react, they don't embrace change when it's needed, but I'll fix it in time. Shame and guilt are the two most common things you'll ever see in my building. I've had a Human woman spend her entire life's saving to be impregnated by a Tauren, she left looking like she made the biggest mistake of her life. I don't understand it at all, to be honest. She spent thousands of gold, hand picked the man, and still had nothing but shame on her face when she limped out the next day." </span>Nalo nodded in agreement and smiled.<span style="color: red"> "Change is scary, and the Elves are old. I don't blame them for being resistant, but that's why it's up to people like us to change the world when others would be happy to let it stagnate. Admittedly, I don't have my sights set on the world, just Silvermoon. You know, according to my memories, my mother was released from captivity and lives in this area of the world somewhere. Finding a Draenei with her horns and tail cut off and numbers tattooed on her flank might be easier said than done, the world is a big place... I wonder if she'd even want to see what I've become."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>