#askvoljin

Dough I can’t always answah ya when ya be wantin’ it, I do hear ya words an’ miss ya all.

It breaks me heart knowin’ I can’t always help ya da way I wish, but know dat even dough I might not appear when called, I’m not gone.

Heh, ah, mon, I be an old Troll. I have lived a good long life. One filled wit’ equal amounts o’ pain and pleasyah. Dere’s not much I would take back, an’ romance of any kind certainly not be on dat list.

Ya, I know a t’ing or two about huntahs, human or no. But my knowledge aint limited t juss’ huntahs…

Ah, child birt’. Dere be somet’in truly magical to witnessin’ a new mon bein’ born into dis world. Seein’ what you and anoddah made, hearin’ dem cry out dier first cry. Ah, I love it. Children always bring hope for da futchya, an’ rarely fial to bring a smile to me face.

But I do not envy you, mon.

To say a pregnant Troll would be aggressive be one o’ da moss’ undahrated statements I evah heard. Dragons be known to show less fury dan a Troll goin’ t’rough birt’in’ pains.

Dere be a reason da Loa bless some Trolls wit’ regeneration, as pregnant mon hold none o’ deir strengt’ back when deliverin’ a child. Loss o’ limb not be unheard of in dese times.

Ya bess’ pray to ya Loa, an’ pray hard, for deir protection.

I… Eh… Hmm.

Hekazi? Heh, I know 'im. I didno' know da mon much in life, but I seen his spirit here on da oddah side. He spoke to me once or twice here. He be a shaman fo' da Horde in his life, an' his son followed in 'is footsteps. I haven't watched ovah Zekhan much in life, but I know his faddah be proud o' da mon he become.

A troublin’ time has come, I’m afraid. It seems I have lost my ability to speak witchya, sendin’ my voice to ya. I be sorry, da spirit world be changin’, like I keep sayin’, an’ it seems for da moment my voice be lost to ya.