<span style="color: #a64dff">"Food grown or crafted by mortal hands. I know what you are, I can know you can create what she needs. I'm not a mortal." </span>Vyre looked down at Ras again then sat down on the bed.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I have no interest in being examined. Your kind are the embodiment of 'messy'. Just because I don't know what you are doesn't mean I don't understand what you do. But I do understand your power. And I think that would be the best option for him." </span>Her gaze shot to Order and narrowed.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "You will not touch my memories. I've been at the mercy of Elune and Azshara, and to this day I'm still not sure who is the worse of the two." </span><span style="color: #5900b3">"Apples and grapes from Human lands. Meat from the kodo is something she considers a delicacy and would love to have again. Melted snow from Wintergrap is usually the best water."</span><br/><br/>"Mmm? Past self? I guess ya could say that. Nice to meet you, Susan." The old Troll laughed quietly and shook his head. "Storm? That? Child, that be de mind of any family man. You be here to fix all dis, yeah? Then you need to see de source of it. Where de real trouble is... ah, do watch ya step though. Ya wouldn't be de first person to lose their way in there."<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000ff">"I feel like Ras isn't in the proper state of mind to be making any demands of you. You should just talk to The'kal and see what she says, there's no one else who knows more about Ras than her. If he's still mad at you for talking to her when all is said and done then you can... I dunno, treat him to a good night alone or something."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>