Loraine gave a dismissive wave and dug into her meal.<span style="color: #0000ff"> "A zealot mislead by a Dreadlord and nothing more." </span>The waiter was returning with Ashia's second sandwich when the door was kicked open and a heavily armored and decorated soldier kicked open the door.<span style="color: #b30000"> "Shonny! I'm here for your wife, goona give her another heroic dickin like she deserves. An' maybe thish time you'll keep the bastard? Give you something carry out this... worthless shithole you call a life."</span>The waiter sighed quietly and offered Ashia her meal before heading back to the kitchen but the drunken man grabbed him by the back of the shirt.<span style="color: #b30000">"I shaid, I'm here for you wife."</span>"She's not here, and even if she was-"<span style="color: #b30000">"Even if she was, what? You old, fat, fuck? You'll hit me? Oh, who are these two fine, women?"</span>He tossed the waiter to the ground and approached the table. Loraine looked up at the warrior for a moment then returned to her meal with a shrug of disinterest.<span style="color: #0000ff">"Smelly and ugly. Rude and stupid. Soon to be dead."</span><span style="color: #b30000">"Excuse me, bitch? Your friend here has quite the poor attitude, especially towards marked heroes of the Alliance. You should look into fixing that before someone fixes her."</span><br/><br/>"Sorry, I've fucked one too many celestial creatures as it is. And who was it that let him come here in the first place? Oh, right, you. Who let him damage our world? Technically Elune, but you. Oh, okay, so you killed off one group of tyrants to replace it with another group of tyrants? But they're not as bad because you agree with them? Well I guess that makes everything so much better for us who are stuck dealing with you and your ilk." He shook his head and went inside to prepare his shower. "I'll judge Elune's condition for myself when she wakes, but I really doubt you were able to do anything of value."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>