<span style="color: DarkOrange">"She doesn't want her son to touch you because you're a Naga. Naga are hated everywhere, both Horde and Alliance hate Naga, even Ophidian is hated by these people and he's personally saved their asses countless times." </span>She shook her head a bit and started looking through the things Sarevess had picked out.<span style="color: DarkOrange">"Perhaps we should just buy what we've got so far and go back home."</span><br/><br/>The Shopkeeper inhaled deeply and started to speak but looked up at Ophidian and his mood seemed to lighten considerably.<span style="color: DarkGreen"> "Ah! Ophidian and Kitori! I was wondering when you were coming by to check on your crib, progress has been uh... slightly delayed. But I've enough done so far for you to get a general idea of what we're working with." </span>He stood up and headed for a room off to the side, motioning for them to follow.<span style="color: DarkGreen">"My wife's convinced I've been sleeping with, and knocked up, her sister. Her sister's husband is an engineer and accidentally blew a hole in their house so I've been going over daily to help them rebuild. She also recently found out her sister was pregnant and is now accusing me of being the father. But enough of that, Elves will be Elves, hey? Here's what I have done so far."</span>He lead them over a work bench where all the pieces of the crib lay just waiting to be put together.<span style="color: DarkGreen">"Without all the drama this would have been done this morning, the padding for it is right over there against the wall, it's the blue one in the clear bag to keep it clean."</span><br/><br/>"Because we're two strong-willed people that only want the best for our daughter but don't know how to go about it without stepping on the toes of the other. Hey, what can I say, I'm a man and I'll always enjoy seeing some half-dressed Trolls enjoying the Durotar sun. Nobody would miss the Orcs, but you don't need that on your conscious." He shook his head and sighed. "I can't shrink myself, not anymore at least. I'd have to be one of those lesser races but I could swallow my pride for Amere's happiness."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>