<span style="color: #ff0000">"Mmm... maybe. You get me hot and bothered in the worst ways. Speaking of which, since Ibara is going crazy, your other half is going to need a safe place to live. I may have to look into housing two of you. Maybe keep one pregnant and the other used for our hot and wild nights on the town."</span>She let Morah shop and approached the counter.<span style="color: #ff0000">"We need robes. Shirts, pants, underwear, everything." </span>The slipped a sheet of parchment onto the counter.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Both of our dimensions, color doesn't matter and naturally we want the best material you can afford. Since I'm shopping for my wife here, I'll pay your rate rate plus a bonus based on how quickly you fill our order."</span><br/><br/>"Actually when the world was cracked in half it was Deathwing's fault, and before him, Azshara. Vyre coming into your life was my fault. You coming into my life was The'kal's fault. You pushed away what support you had and that's all I'm accusing you of. Vyre failed you, failed us both. But don't blame Nalo for your city failing, she was the only thing keeping this place running." He folded his arms and stepped closer to Ibara. "I'm going to take Sellendra home, but you and I are finishing this conversation later. And you're wrong, I never gave up on you, I gave you space like you asked but you've shown me that was a huge mistake." He returned to Sellendra and placed one hand on her shoulder. "Ready to get out of this dump?" When she gave him the okay they teleported back to Sellendra's home. "Well... that went about as well as I thought it would."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>