<span style="color: #ff99cc">"Can we go back out to the main room? I don't like feeling this crippled in here."</span><br/><br/>"You misunderstand. I just wanted to meet you, I'm not looking for a place to stay. I actually planned to go back up to the mountains, maybe it's my Drakari blood but I felt at home in the snow. And Little Nyaka doesn't feel anything." He motioned to the skeletal hatching that was getting chased by Karrie's wolf, the beast having been resurrected when the egg was put into the new incubator.<br/><br/>Ashia would see the woman's robes were badly burned at the bottom and her wrists and ankles had heavy manacles around them. She nodded a little and did as told, her desire for the heat of the fireplace overriding her fear of Ashia. When she could move and speak she peeled the bindings off like they were made of paper and summoned a thick, black robe and a large hat though she sat the hat down next to her.<span style="color: #ff0080"> "My name is Erin Christine Belant. Daughter of Britomart Alexi Belant. And I'm a witch...  allegedly. I was to be hung by the village when they couldn't burn me, then I was yanked through a portal to the middle of some desert, and then into the mountains. You said this is Northrend? Where are all of the Scourge my mother and father used to talk about? I heard this place was inhospitable."</span>She slowly stood up and rubbed her hands together for warmth.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>