She spat at his feet. "Bull fucking shit. If it was so damned important, you should have used your OWN people, forsaken or Scarlet Crusaders. Instead you captured and murdered thousands of Alliance for your cursed machine. Yes we knew what it did and guess what? The cost was too high for us. We should have let you commit that atrocity just because it would have benefitted everyone?"  She spit again.<br/><br/>"There is a time when the cost for 'victory' comes at too high of a price. You pushed us past it. What would the Horde have done if we did the exact same thing? Would you have sat back and let us murder thousands of your people all on the name of 'victory'? MHhmm? No, you wouldn't. You'd have charged in just like we did because the cost being paid was too high for the prize being offered. So don't lecture<em>me</em>on civilized behavior Forsaken. I've seen your brand of civilization and it makes me sick," Kynrind tossed her head, the muzzle of her rifle having followed Silven as he'd circled her.<br/><br/>Inside the hospice, Anoriafell finished packing away the last supplies, closing the cabinet, she nodded to the Draenei, smiling as they said their goodbyes.  Stretching her shoulders, Anoria hitched her cloak higher on her shoulders as she walked out of the building. The short pale woman blinked asshe saw the scene, a frown pulling at her lips. "Sister. Let us go. I'm tired and wish to rest."<br/><br/>Kynrind tossed her the reins of her mount, keeping an eye on the forsaken as Anoria mounted. Settling in the saddle. Her robe tightened on her figure enough to show she was  well rounded for a night elven woman.