<span style="color: #336600">"It was a joke, my dear." </span>Lonnie was sitting alone in a cave deep in Dun Morogh next to a weathered, make-shift grave. The Dwarf seemed to have just finished cleaning the dust off of it and was sipping a mug of ale while a second mug sat next to the stone.<span style="color: #336600"> "Vyre? Ah, the powerful Elf woman. I asked her about you, I uh, she was heavily intoxicated and crying on the roof of her house. I think she mentioned something about telling you sorry. I'll ask her about you again when she's sober." </span>Wisdom nodded quickly and smiled.<span style="color: #99ffff">"Elerona, right? Of course, I'll be careful."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"Then in thirty or years my options for girlfriends should be much broader. So I guess that is exciting. I'm joking, of course. Well I'm happy for those two, maybe I'll introduce myself to them sometime. I need more friends and they're already familiar with Eternals. Seems like it would be a safe bet. She stockpiled more than just the Seraphim? I guess that's not too surprising, but I figured she only saved the bird folk because she loved you. Maybe she was crazy after all. Wisdom? Eh... Alright, we're on your island so I can't say who can or can't visit. I'll be nice to him."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>