<span style="color: olive">"We'll get a better idea of what we're working with after we visit Vyre. Even if she says no I'll still see what I can do about fixing you up, I know how dragons work and being able to call on you to return the debt could prove useful if I end up in trouble again. I've already been attacked, extorted, and mugged since opening the shop and Elune trying to defend me only made things worse. And now the Amani stuff, I could do well to have some muscle on my side if you know what I mean. I'll take care of you to the best of my ability, you'll just have to be willing to trust me just enough to do so."</span>The'kal smiled a bit but it was short lived as the smell of the bar hit her senses.<span style="color: olive">"You have a goddess who has already laid a dragon's egg walking beside you and wanting to fuck you, I think you want Vyre for other reasons. Is it possible that you've fallen in love with her? Could the wicked and blood thirsty abomination found a soft spot in her heart?" </span>She laughed quietly and held open the door for Ashia as they entered the bar. Vyre sat in her usual spot at the bar holding a shot glass filled with some brand of Dwarven ale while conversing with the bartender.<span style="color: olive">"Vyre, your friend here has a question for you." </span>The Elf turned around and looked up at Ashia, and it was clear she was in a very foul mood.<span style="color: olive">"What?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>