<span style="color: #ffff00">"Yeah... You look like less of a bastard too... That one had such a smug grin I almost wanted to..." </span>The Dwarf grumbled into his ale.<span style="color: #ffff00">"War crimes... We were defendin' the fucking world... Twilight Hammer... They liked fire, made sense to use phosphorus... Burned'em real good. Nobody said anything about hostages... Bad Intel... I never woulda..."</span>He continued to mumble to himself and pick at the snacks for a while.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff00ff">"Vyre only understands two languages. Sex and violence. I don't want to have sex and I can't hurt her, so what do I do? Ashia... I don't know what to do to her." </span>She looked at Sharindia again and slowly moved over to sit on her lap.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Who is the animal loving Elf in the barn?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>