Kitori handed the Dwarf the shirt back as the tailor handed her another another shirt and pair of pants.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"Uh-huh, say what ye want scaly."</span>She turned to watch as Kitori changed into the clothes. The shirt was designed more for a Human soldier than a Night Elf, but aside from the exposed midriff Kitori had no complaints.<span style="color: DarkRed"> "This is much better, and I'm used to showing my stomach from my armor. It'll also let you see your egg better..."</span>She pulled on the pants and looked down at them.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"How do they fit her? They look good but I don't know if they're comfortable."</span>Her attention was drawn to the giggling baby and she frowned.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"> "An jus' wot is that? Some kinda Naga babe? I might 'ave a sock or somethin' I can poke holes in for it."</span><br/><br/>Jim started to say something but was cut off by a groan of pain and he grabbed his side. "Brit, I was nearly split in two saving the people you see in this inn. I can't walk and breathing is hard to do... I'll stand by your side until the day I die again, that much I promise you, but for now you'll have to wait around for me. The priests here did all they could, but they're just priests, not Ras or Arlokk. These Vrykul are people, I can't kill them, but everything else is fair game." He rubbed his side and looked at the blood on his hand for a moment and sighed softly. "And you don't think they're going to come down on us if he finds out we have<i>that?</i>Maybe we should leave it with the paladin here and go about our duties. We don't need any extra stress while we're here. Now help me up, will you? I need to go lay down and get the priests to deal with my wounds again."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>