<span style="color: #ffff00">"Britomart... Yeah, heard stories about her. Criminal, traitor, insane, mumbling about Northrend and sending soldiers to die. Never believed a word of it, I know how Humans are. But I ain't met her myself, I was sent to the other side of Northrend from her. My father was frothing at the mouth to have her head on a pike, but couldn't deny the effectiveness of her work."</span>Lonnie sipped his ale as he listened but stopped and stared at Ophidian when he said who caused it.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "He's still alive in this timeline. No, he was." </span>He dropped from his chair and vanished. When he returned a few minutes later chunks of still burning flesh were stuck to his beard as he climbed back into his chair.<span style="color: #ffff00">"I feel a lot better now. Thank you."</span><br/><br/>Athena stared at her grandmother as she spoke, her orange eyes shining like stars under her hood.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"I don't feel superior to anyone. I'm a half-breed and an orphan. I was raised by Anna after Ras and Vyre were murdered... my Anna was even less educated than the one here but she tried her best. Dragons are animals, birds are animals. Beasts. So harpies and dragons are animals too, right? Ashia told me about herself and how she thinks so I don't think she's an animal anymore but normal dragons still are."</span>She created a small figure of Vyre and animated it in her hand.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"I never liked you in my time, grandma. I hated your visits and your help. But you seem a little better. Do you really think talking to Vyre will get through to her?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>