Jim nodded a bit and smiled, doing his best to hide his concern for his wife's failing health. "Just for a minute, we've been walking for a very long time so we had to take a quick break." He let out a soft sigh and wrapped his arm around her as they continued their journey. "There's nothing we can do to fix it until we're safe, whatever it may be... Come on, we're almost there, I'll carry you the rest of the way and get you a nice warm bed." Although he had yet to fully recover from his injuries in Northrend he still picked Britomart up and ran as fast as he could while carrying her. He came to a skidding halt in front of the Telaari guards in front of the bridge leading to the city. "My wife's come down with some kind of sickness, she needs shelter and food, we have no money, no home, and we were left here to die by an angry Troll. Our only family is back on Azeroth. Please, you have to help."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>