Kitori looked down at herself again and nodded.<span style="color: DarkRed">"Yeah, this is really comfortable. But I will need some shirts to wear in public or when I don't have an egg to put on display for you... You don't need to tell her that last bit. I like this outfit a lot."</span>The tailor poked Syrenka's belly carefully and her frown softened.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"> "Anyways, wot else does she need? She seems happy in those shirts an' pants an' I got more than enough for her to take home today. Somethin' that covers a little more skin perhaps? Dun' want 'er walkin' 'round looking like a whore... at least I dun' think ye do."</span><br/><br/>Jim shook his head and muttered something under his breath. "It's hard to dodge when you've got a Draenei in your arms and a Night Elf on your back." He grunted as he was moved and leaned hard on Britomart for support. "They moved my room... it's through the hallway under the stairs, first on the left. There's one priestess over there, the Draenei with a book. I don't know how much energy she has though, she's the reason I'm even still alive. There's a Night Elf and Human around here two, men, they said something about some entertainment outside. They left when I was stable, she stayed and helped me get out here so I could eat. She hauled ass over there when we heard you and the Dwarf going at it again outside. Take me to my room and ask the priests have any energy to get my bleeding to stop again."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>