Riktor turned on the crowd and barked several orders in Draenic causing it to disperse slowly.<span style="color: purple"> "Good, you two managed to earn the heart of the people. Something about a half dead man carrying his equally half dead and delusional mate into the city begging for help stirred the hearts of a lot of them. Seeing him back on his feet will make a lot of people happy." </span>With his arms folded he looked down at her and gave her a nod.<span style="color: purple"> "At ease. And what about him? Is he just a soldier too or he is good for other things? The ogres are the only immediate threat to us, and Llara has been keeping them too scared to come near us and some... Blood Elf was seen stirring trouble between the Eastern ogre tribe and the Shadow Council- Orcs that follow Shadow magics and demons or something. And I will say this once, anything you do with Llara, including meeting with her for casual conversation, is to remain between you and her." </span>He turned away from her to look out over the city.<span style="color: purple"> "I don't know much about your kind, Human, but I know you live short lives... you come, burn brightly, then fade away in the blink of an eye. Keeps your blades sharp, but for now you're to assist Llara when she requires it, when your man is on his feet I'll take you both on a trip around the area so you can see the land when you're not half dead."</span><br/><br/>There was a none too pleased sigh from the other side of the door, before it swung open. Vyre wore nothing but a sports bra and a pair of tight pants, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat but her annoyance stood out more than anything.<span style="color: darkblue"> "What do you want, paladin?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>