Zuldjan pondered the notion for a while. "Thank you for your kind words, Coris. The Cenarion Circle is certainly a force for good, and I have worked with them in the past. I however... need something ...more Visceral. Still, it is worth a try. It cannot hurt me any more than I already am. perhaps they can find me the righteous war I seek."
He stood silently a while, still gazing into the horizon " I have never been a Pacifist Coris, Indeed, I cannot deny I possess a great bloodlust; yet I worked for years for peace because the war we are fighting is pointlessly destructive, and the bloodthirst of a few should not condemn the whole of the world. I fight oddly enough, for peace, I always have. I threw myself against the demons and the scourge, and all else that threatened our world, and yet... ah, I lose track of what I'm saying. I fear I must retire for the night, Friend. Anything you want is one the house"
he leaned out into the main room and beckoned to one of the serving girls who followed him upstairs.
Ramodius turned to Corris. "He's a sad story that mon. Ah Knew him back in da good ol days, when we was slayin demons and scourge and savin the world, and when he had dat elf woman, him was never happiah. I saw him do great things and he wa a great mon once. ...but he's not dat mon no more. he's still in there somewhere, but he's burried deep. ah almost can't bear ta watch him, but I stay by him fo old times sake. how long ya been know him mon? he talk to you more than he talk to me even. If you can help him I praise ya, but I don know ya can, mon.
((hope you could read the troll dialect)) ((I have to go to bed, I have morning classes tomorrow))