<span style="color: #666600">"Nope. She's all mine, you already have a Draenei out there in the village. This one is getting the special The'kal-only treatment."</span>The'kal smirked and shook her head.<span style="color: #666600">"Her stamina is fine for a youngster like her, she's just no match to as many years of experience as I have on her."</span>She frowned and shook her head.<span style="color: #666600">"There shouldn't be any mortals at all near our house that we didn't personally bring here."</span><br/><br/>All Order would get in a simply dressed Orc holding a scroll of parchment and box of several drawing tools which he held close. "Who you? Me sent here to draw town, me make maps for dem. Set me down and me show you, I draw real good." The Orc was little more than a peon but he was completely honest, no matter how far deep into his mind Order would search all she'd find was a nearly blank slate with a mild fear of 'them' and a love for art. "Hey, what you is? Me draw you too."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>