<span style="color: #8000ff">"Of course, and you can call me Vyre if you like. Or anything else for that matter, whatever makes you most comfortable."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"And let your bartender miss everything? Not a chance." </span>The previous women had resumed their attack on the bartender but now he too had fallen under the sway of Order's pheromones and was happily hammering away at a priestess while fingering another as the two kissed each other.<span style="color: #666600">"It can be if you don't know what you're trying to mimic."</span>It'd take a few minutes but soon Order's efforts reward a soft moan from The'kal and she slowly started to roll her hips.<br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"You're still welcome to visit Azeroth some time, I think your music would be very well received by the mortals. They're much more receptive to music than you may give them credit for. I have no words to express the sorrow I feel for what I've done to our people, but I couldn't think of a woman more worthy of the crown. Maybe one day we'll be able to start over, our race needs to be repopulated but it needs people like you, pure, kind, people to raise the next generation." </span>The'kal's form shimmered for a moment as a crystal pulsing with everything appeared.<span style="color: #666600"> "This is my gift to you. This is... everything. Knowledge, answers to questions you haven't asked yet, the entire history of our people from the first spark of existence to the day I created the Council. It also includes information to allow you, anyone, to reproduce with those they love. Eternal, mortal, or otherwise. This is my gift to you. Take it, and be a better person than I was."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>