<span style="color: #666600">"Well let's go walk on the grass and stone, let you experience other sensations. Maybe you'll find something more or less enjoyable to walk on."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"Not always, just most of the time. I have officially resigned from the city, Ibara is dead to me, and now I'm going to visit Ras and Shauna. Then I'm gathering my things here and moving to Darnassus. There's good people in this city, like you, Morah... I'm sure there's more... but I have no interest in watching another city collapse while being powerless to help it." </span>Nyarien slowly made her way down the stairs and hissed something in Nazaja making Vyre laugh softly. Once in the living room she stared at her mother who offered her a large package smelling of fresh fish.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "Only the best for my daughter and grandson. And for you, Leena."</span>She offered the mage an ancient bottle of Highborne wine and smiled.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "If you're not fucked up now this will fix that. Believe or it not, we weren't always walking around with sticks up our asses and our noses turned up. When we partied, we partied hard. This... this is a party in a bottle."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>