At this point, Zaidel is starting to get upset with their blood elf acquaintances."Demon? Really? You get a demon from a large vulture god?! Lady Allandria, we.. or should I say V.K., has been accommodating every aspect of your request, and still you are not satisfied that our large vulture friend is no threat to you or the populace in general!"
Walking over to stand beside the now-giant bird, Zaidel states with finality, "You know, I had hoped the rumors of blood elf arrogance and close-mindedness was just Alliance propaganda."
Allandria looks askance at Zaidel. "I'm not sure where you're from, but on our world, vultures are harbingers of death and disease. They pick clean the bones of the fallen, hovering over battlefields to gorge themselves on the dead. And this man suddenly becomes a giant corpse bird, and you *don't* think he's a demon?"