Anty's hair grew long and slightly curly like that of a Blood Elf's. Olric lost the hunch in his back and took a deep breath.<span style="color: #a6ff4d">"Thank you, Order. Please, take whatever Delithia wants for her shop. Now that I can raise my daughter without... That trouble I can focus on restocking and creating newer and better paints." </span>"<span style="color: #9999ff">Thank you, goddess." </span><span style="color: #a64dff">"I'll be reopening school in a few days. Can I expect to see her there, Olric?" </span><span style="color: #a6ff4d">"Of course!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>