Even with Syrenka's giggling the Dwarf's expression was as solid as the stone her people had come from.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"> "Jus' makin' a point, no need ta get smart with me." </span>She sat down at her desk and started to write down several notes.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"> "Let's see, with what she's picked out now that'll be... Eh, let's go with twenty-one gold flat. Dealin' with silver is a bother and jus' more math when tax time rolls 'round. We can discuss the payment for the custom shirts when I be done, come back inna few days and we'll see what we're workin' with."</span><br/><br/>Jim reached up and rubbed his forehead. "If he's getting drunk then you shouldn't have any reason to be fighting with him. As for who, anyone Wyrnn tells to, who do you think he's going to listen to? A commander in his current army, or someone he had to literally threaten to join his war? He won't listen to you and more than he'd listen to me, we're not Stormwind soldiers or even citizens. We're no better than mercenaries in this camp, except we're not getting paid for our time... Just please, please Brit, leave the Dwarf alone. It's not worth the trouble that might follow."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>