Britomart nodded and followed the woman, barely looking around the city.<span style="color: red">"yeah i need engineering supplies...  normally i would just get a portal from a mage but i need to be able to get back so im going to have to make something to get me to Azeroth and back."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkslateblue">"so we can tell them about that and let the druid take care of her own pets."</span>she grimaced slightly and shook her head.<span style="color: darkslateblue">"thats probably what im thinking about, my precious Vyre, not some halfbreed i am being coerced into having to save my daughter's life."</span>she shook her head and rubbed her forehead.<span style="color: darkslateblue">"you listen like your father... have you ever really looked at my past? i dont deserve forgivness, i dont deserve being befriended, i dont deserve the effort your putting into my happiness. i have been a complete and utter failure as a mother and as a person, the only thing im good at is learning and discovering new ways to use magic and i horde them, i dont share what i learn. i appreciate all youve done but your asking me to give up the one thing i have left, my Highborne pride and i dont see how i can, ive lost everything else ive ever had in this world." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>