<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla paused for a second. Debating her answer, definitely looking like she wanted to say yes, before another voice came over the din of the crowd. Her entire demeanor shifted as she looked up at the woman who was approaching them, her eyes narrowing.</span><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;Ayla… Don’t do anything foolish.&gt;</span></i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“You know. When i saw your brother upstairs a few weeks ago I thought he’d gotten smart and moved on from your ball and chain…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> an elven woman with a pointed nose walked up to the bar, long eyelashes looking over the two of them disdainfully. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“And then I found you; back to your old habits i tried so hard to break you from, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make them drink.” </span>