[It is not painful. But like many others, I am not above the prejudices of my people. It is because of them - the Blood Elves - that my people were forced to crash on Azeroth. We had only wanted to make our escape into the stars, and they'd claimed Naaru technology for their own. We chose to take it back, and escaped with one part of the Keep. The Exodar. Unfortunately for us, they'd sabotaged it. While many of my people died several decades before, even more died in the crash. My family was probably among them.] Nehaalista sighed, steadying herself. It did not hurt so much any more, but only because she'd put much distance between the disappearance of her loved ones and arriving on Azeroth.

[Of all the races of the Horde, I cannot think of any in more recent memory who are so worthy of being put to the sword.] Well, she could, of course, but for the moment... [Though I'm sure they had their reasons, whatever sense of nobility they had in the cause was grossly distorted by the time they fell upon my still-recovering people like hounds.] Nehaalista shuddered.