<span style="color: #666600">"You probably won't. I saw how long it took you to get comfortable with Ras again. And you had an actual reason to get along with him. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." </span>The'kal shook her head and pulled away from Elune.<span style="color: #666600"> "I know what she did, because I gave her permission to do it. You were tearing yourself apart because you memory had more holes than Nyaka's target dummies. You wanted information nobody could give you. Ras squirms because when he tries to answer you you get this empty look on your face and completely miss everything he says. Someone, probably Order put up a block to certain questions. Ask him what happened to Gali, doesn't matter how many times you do, you'll never know because of the blocks up."</span><br/><br/>"His sex life is none of my business but you're sticking your nose in it so I may as well tell you what's going on. He used to see her as his grandchild, but something changed. Maybe Whisperia getting her powers made her lust contagious and now everyone who lives here is just horny all the time. I dunno." He smiled softly and shook his head. "You don't get to pick who you fall in love with. I don't think it's fair to either of them to fault them for falling for each other."<br/><br/>The barkeep looked at the bar of gold and nearly dropped it when he slide it off the counter. "Oof, yep, that's real gold. Yeah, sure, but I don't know what the reg... Lonnie!? Ye sumbitch what happened to ye!?"<span style="color: #00b359">"Long story, but I owe my life to this lass. She ain't ever had a mortal drink as she calls it so we're lookin' to fix that. Keep the taps flowin' Morty!" </span>The barkeep's expression soured as he started mixing their drinks. "What'd ye do, Lonnie?"<span style="color: #00b359">"Wot?"</span>"You ain't have this fire in ye since that time ye tore a Tauren's head off. Yer hurtin' people again, ain't ya? I don't like it." The paladin scowled and snatched his drink when it was offered.<span style="color: #00b359">"Ain't none of yer damn business Morty."</span>"When me fuckin' best mate been thought dead fer years shows up with some feathered broad and starts drinkin' like he's going to fucking war again. It's me fucking business Lonnie, I'm yer friend an' I thought you were dead! And you! Who the feck're you! Why are you dressed up like an angel?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>