Nyarien looked at the Tauren with a blank expression for a moment then laid back down to rest with a soft sigh.<span style="color: purple"> "Mage, come here for a moment, I wish to ask you a personal question. And conjure me a glass of water too." </span>Vyre kept her attention on the ceiling but even in her significantly weakened state her voice carried an air of command.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>