<span style="color: #5900b3">“I bet I could make a joke about buns in ovens but I think it might go over your pretty head.”</span>Vyre sat back down and sipped her water with a smile.<span style="color: #5900b3">“We’re going to have a very happy girl on our hands soon. Then it sounds like all of the children are squared away, Chiren has Anna and I and Belith and the others will have you to keep them out of trouble. They may be unusual but I think The’kal made these children special and I love them all for it.”</span><br/><br/>Crimzon growled softly but dispelled her weapons and sat down beside Tyrande.<span style="color: #b30000"> “I don’t trust him.” </span>Ras smiled at Crimzon and shook his head. “Nothing that particular but let’s see what’s possible, shall we?” An empty wine bottle appeared on the table and it slowly filled with a fragrant, wine that would remind Tyrande of her youth. Next his hands began to glow and a tiny moon appeared over the bottle and the entire thing became encased in a box of energy. After several minutes the box and moon vanished and Ras leaned back with a smile. “Aged one hundred and ten years under the light of the moon. A blend of grapes and other flavors from ancient Azshara and fields of the past.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>