<span style="color: #99ffff">“Taunka… I would enjoy that. Which one is Lonnie? I would like the meet the one you speak so highly of.”</span>“Lonnie said he was taking a few days off to visit family. We haven’t heard anything from him since he told us he was leaving.” The male Blood Elf justicar bowed to Order and her guests before returning to his business.<br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">“You haven’t been all over it. There’s a place I could take you where the people celebrate life, food, and ale. Where they abhor violence and live in peace with the land. One day, when you’re feeling better, I’ll take you there and we will feast like royalty and drink like Dwarves.” </span>He chuckled softly and nodded.<span style="color: #666600">“That would be pretty funny. It’s disappointing to hear that she’s not trying the wine though, I put a lot of effort into matching the wines with the meals.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. I'm... I'm trying, I'm really trying. I had a talk with my mother and she put my fears to rest as best she could. So please...  teach me what I need to know to be a mother. Help me take the burden off of your shoulders."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>