<span style="color: blue">"Nah, I've dealt with enough ore. He's a very poorly tempered bar. Worry not, I'll fix him with time, he'll learn to fear me before I'm finished molding him into a decent man." </span>Sahra looked at her mug and offered it to Amere then tried the one the mage sampled.<span style="color: blue">"This isn't too bad, a bit sweet for my tastes though."</span><br/><br/>Ras shrugged and looked back out over the land. "Tyrande is a joke of a leader, powerless and probably the least respected leader out there. Maybe the Blood Elven leader, the real one, whatever his name was, might be less respected. She's also too emotionally unstable. Two of those rule the biggest military forces on Azeroth and aren't about to be displaced any time soon. Sylvanas is and always will be a wild card." He nodded and looked back to her. "I want to devote my full attention to Sahra, make her eat her words. But I'm sure Amere will be more than willing to keep you company, I can't imagine she'll last too long. Singe passed out after less than half an hour, Sahra can't possibly last much longer."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>