<span style="color: #006666">"you have no right to hold her prisoner The'kal, your supposed to be our ally. homes? our homes were in that temple with most of our personal posessions... including priceless momentos that you cant just replace with a wave of your magic fingers. the temple was our home, our meeting place. it was also the last remaining building of the old Silvermoon, the last heritage and monument to the Blood Elves and the High Elves that came before them. youve destroyed the last remnant of a proud people whos history spanned mellenia because it offended your eyes? i thought you were better then that."</span><br/><br/>Britomart raised one brow and promptly bit Jim's chest playfully.<span style="color: #ff0000">"im the noble of Lordareon, i was born greedy."</span>she smiled and squeezed him tight.<span style="color: #ff0000">"i love you too Jim."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"ive been telling you my flaws for the last hour."</span>she smirked at him and nodded.<span style="color: #ffff00">"fine, ill start putting some thought into it but i make no promises that it will be aesthetically pleasing."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>