<strong>Emrik</strong>'s response did not sooth her, in fact Mia's frown only grew more severe.<em>"I've come back here because this was my HOME and I refuse to leave it to the filthy Legion or that bastard Illidan, he continues to defile what was once the holiest of places. I suppose you might consider me old, but the Prophet Valen has been alive for more than twenty five thousand years human, you cannot hope to comprehend his wisdom.  Instead you will bounce from place to place, project to project for your short life and .."</em>she was just getting into the full swing of her rant when<strong>Duran </strong>appeared before them and she cut herself off to listen to his introduction a bit incredulous that an orc had the audacity to approach them.  One delicate brow arched as he made his appeal for aid a new wary tension held in her lithe frame which had been missing before when she was merely chatting with Emrik.<br/><br/>She wanted nothing more than to spit on the creature and give him an anatomically impossible suggestion as to what he could go and do, but Zangermarsh had been a haven for her people during their war and there were still draenei outposts in the region; that fact alone caused her to remain civil, well relatively.<em>"Do you great honor Orc?"</em>she could not help the disdainful snort that came after that statement.<em>"Never.  Your kind already owes too great a blood debt to so many.  What happens in the Marsh that would cause you to seek out allies with good reason to revile you?"</em>