<span style="color: #ff0000">"Did I? I was naked and waiting for her in bed, she looked at me like she'd rather gut me than... anyways, she said she didn't know, just that she'd been feeling 'off' lately. I didn't detect anything wrong with her and nothing at home has changed." </span>She shook her head quickly and let out a sigh.<span style="color: #ff0000">"That's not it. I don't like cold, smooth, and squirmy. Fish, worms, maggots, whatever. I don't like to be touched by it but Syrenka has always been adorable from a distance. She was sputtering at me when I showed up and I didn't want to just ignore her. This one, I guess it's your new one?" </span>She held up the arm supporting the sleeping Mydras.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "It's not as cute and much heavier even though it's smaller." </span><span style="color: #5900b3">"His name is Mydras, he's the child we had together."</span>Karrie's expression betrayed the time it took for the warlock to put two and two together before her signature scowl returned.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Had I not met Elune myself I'd probably hit you for thinking me a fool. So you can lay eggs. Ophidian, remember... what was her name, Astiria? The feral huntress? Apparently her and her twisted little family are churning out Tauren-Elf hybrids on a secluded coast in Eversong. Word is her Tauren lover got himself a piece of Naga ass too, reports of a young Naga child with horns. My Imps aren't good for much, but they seem to find the most worthless pieces of information and bring it to me on the regular. Seeing as you stole my succubus, my favorite succubus, would you like a couple imps too? Last I counted I had a dozen or so." </span><span style="color: #5900b3">"We have two children, we'll have enough mischief without demonic influence." </span>Karrie shrugged a bit and started to cross her arms but protests from the infants made her stop.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "Maybe she can't, but she's not here or at home. I can sense every demon between here and the Stormwind harbor. None of them are mine."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"Because I'm here and she wants me and my power. You're a dangerous weapon and your power is controlled, imagine what I would be capable of in her service? I can bend reality and shape new dimensions, by all rights I could be a god among our kind. Any tyrant would be a fool to pass up on an attempt to weaponize that power." </span><span style="color: #0000b3">"And I thought the Sharindia woman was full of herself."</span>With a yelp Snow was blasted through Order's barrier causing it to shatter harmlessly.<span style="color: #666600">"Sharindia could talk for decades about her various achievements."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>