<span style="color: #006600">“Enjoy your alcohol, dear.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b3b300">“Well now that I know you and you’ve had a chance to meet me you can feel a little safer at least in Dwarf territory. I can’t stop people from fearing or hating you because of your scales, but I can keep them from harming you at least. I’d love to meet your siblings some time, I can only imagine what a Dwarf sized version of you would look like.” </span>He finished his drink and looked over at her.<span style="color: #b3b300">“There’s a difference between living in fear and not starting fights with Justicars, but can’t force you to do anything. I can just offer warnings so tell me you’ll be careful if you start messing with the Goblins. I didn’t know that about Elves, but I’ll talk to Order for you and maybe we can find something for you to do.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>