Vyre cocked an eyebrow and frowned.<span style="color: #5900b3">"You don't remember me? Vyre from Silvermoon? I was Ibara's... never mind. No, I don't need healing. My pet here wanted to get some fish and I thought who better to know where to get the freshest catch than the local Naga. Ignore her, she's scared of anything that's not a 'standard' Alliance race."</span>She looked Sarevess over as her frown deepened.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "A priestess? How does a bitchy, stuck up mage end up as a priestess? You seem... much, much different. You are Sarevess, aren't you?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>