<span style="color: green">"then we will go to the local farms, Stormwind, Westfall, Redridge or even Darkshire there are bound to be people there we will like. even if i could forgive Saravess i could never be friends with her and my past with Nyaka is rocky at best. i dont trust Sharindia, i hate that she lives with my brother and Elune and i would be happy never to see her again. we will talk to Amere, i trust her with my life and she never failed me as a mage, an enchantress or a friend."</span>he nodded and kept writing.<span style="color: green">"you dont have to make all the meals dear, i dont expect you wait on me hand and tail and you dont have to do all the housework or childcare either."</span>he smirked and looked over at her.<span style="color: green">"im afraid you have to be present to buy those dear, i may know their size and shape intimately but i have no idea what is or is not comfortable for them."</span><br/><br/>Sharindia started to cry quietly once he left and covered her face with her hands. Ibara opened the door, the remnants of her mental break still evident, her face gaunt, her eyes sunken and red and she frowned at him.<span style="color: darkorange">"so you come here? to the mad woman who no one trusts with a fork let alone a knife?" </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>