<span style="color: #ff8000">"not fancy? i spend more time smoking the meat of my kills to preserve it then i do hunting or eating it. and if i want toast i have to carefully skewer a slice of bread on a stick and hold it over a fire. you are not a Night Elf but this is a Night Elven city, it's not like they would make and sell these technological marvels at the general goods store."</span>she frowned a little but nodded.<br/><br/>Inaara rolled her eyes and shook her head.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "it's not your will i doubt, its the density of your skull and your intelligence that i question."</span>she let Vyre fall and knelt in front of her to keep looking at her.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "of course it does but its a good pain, a healing pain. now, are you done beating yourself bloody on my reinforced, horned skull? i want to be sure we got it all out of your system... if your neck is tired i could headbutt you back once or twice, see what else i can knock loose." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>