<span style="color: #336600">"I just hope you're right. I heard about what happened when Ibara was the victim of their... emotional help. Apparently she's exiled everyone who has ever supported her and has become violently paranoid." </span>He smiled a bit and shook his head.<span style="color: #336600"> "I have some beans laying around somewhere that you could plant, but I can only imagine what he's grown used to drinking as of late. Who knows what the Draenei use for a pick-me-up. Do you think Britomart has tried to murder Iron yet? I heard Brit screaming on my way in here."</span><br/><span style="color: #b35900"><br/>
"She is your wife, no? Doesn't that mean you two own each other?"</span>She glared at Britomart as she spoke then followed her into the tavern, a simple chain outfit forming over her Elven body to remain clothed.<span style="color: #b35900"> "Fine. I don't want to... talk to Elune if I don't have to. I don't feel comfortable around her. When the portal makers wake we will get you to Rin and you will never see me again. And if you ever try to attack me again we'll see just how high I can drop you before you pass out."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>