It was hard for her to grasp the concept of becoming a warlock in order to pay homage to someone you killed years ago.  How was weaving dark powers and enslaving demons to do your bidding any kind of fitting tribute? His tale did not impress her nor endear him to her in any way.  He was quite literally a combination of two of the things in existence she hated most. Warlocks were abominations, warping the world and an antithesis to the path of light that she walked.  Orcs were deceptive weak willed creatures and nothing this one could say or do would convince her otherwise; she had given the orcs of this world a chance, had learned their language had been part of a long standing trade delegation between the races... had watched as they had betrayed the Draenei and quite literally rended her mate to pieces in front of her.  A deeply held rage swept through her at the mere thought of that day, fresh in her long memory, a dusky blue flush tinting her lavender skin.<br/><br/>Still this was not the time or the place to renew old racial hatreds and she took a series of quick calming breaths, one hand raking her hair back away from her oval face with a small sigh.<em> "Not for you... but for the people of Zangermarsh I will go.  I have heard of the atrocities of which the Forsaken are capable; I will not abandon them to that."</em>Luminous eyes shifted from where they had been narrowed upon Duran to rest on Emrik once more.<em> "How about you human? You've said that you're no demon hunter, but surely even an agent of the Explorer's League might enjoy clearing out some of the Forsaken filth and assorted Horde rabble who seek to terrorize this world.  It would be a good thing... I offer you my protection in the battle; my people produced great mages, but they are not precisely durable, should you agree to this I will be your shield.." </em>It was not an offer she routinely made, but it was clear that time was of the essence in this and every moment they stood deliberating the people of the Marsh suffered further.