Ras stopped at the door and threw the plate and beer at Order's feet. "You know what, I'm not feeling very merciful anymore. Why don't you take Ashia off my hands because I don't think I can promise her care or safety anymore. Why don't you just fuck off back to your little magic sky place and butcher some more children? You can take your justicars too, shove them all up your ass so they're nice and safe for the journey. Azeroth doesn't want you here and you don't want to be here, take The'kal and Ashia and just leave. We'll be better off without overpowered pieces of shit like you here. I treat Ashia like a piece of shit because she IS a piece of shit! I didn't like her when I met her because she's a Black Dragon, now I don't like her because of who she is as a person. She is trash so it's only fitting someone like The'kal would like her."<span style="color: #8000ff">"You start a fight with Ashia as soon as you start talking to her now you're starting a fight with Ras. What is wrong with you!?"</span>Elerona walked into the room and slapped the bottle from Order's hand. "Ras, I apologize for her behavior. She doesn't know any better, thank you for taking care of Ashia and I'll be getting Order out of your hair." "I'm not taking care of Ashia anymore, I'm not doing any Eternals any favors. You can take Order and Ashia with you, none of you are welcome in my home."<span style="color: #8000ff">"What? But Ashia-"</span>"Should just be killed and The'kal with her. Your kind are nothing but trouble. I used to think The'kal was just a harmless idiot because she's nothing like Order but she continues to invite garbage into my life and I'm sick of it." Order would feel how deeply Ras' words cut Elerona even if her face hid it.<span style="color: #8000ff">"F-fine. This isn't over, we'll talk about this later... Where can we take Ashia, mother?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>