The'kal laughed softly and took Gear's gun from him and replaced it with another mug of ale.<span style="color: #666600">"Then drink and be merry, she's just another patron here. She'll leave when she's finished her drink and you can go back to thinking about those boring Dwarven women." </span>Selma took another sip of her drink then stood up to wander around the bar.<span style="color: #666600"> "She's spent all of her life on Northrend, with Northrend gone she's having to... adjust to the new world. She used to be a seer for her clan and was the first mortal to reach out to me. To say she's ancient would be an understatement. Most mortals owe my blessings to her and the long talks we had. She... humanized me, in a way."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>