<span style="color: #666600">"Given my past with them can you really blame me? They haven't exactly been reasonable towards me, and I would like to remind you that my introduction to your- to The Empress was her kidnapping my son and trying to bait out Elune." </span>She nodded a bit and smiled.<span style="color: #666600"> "I guess you're right. Things are pretty good right now."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"But you have a... male parts too, but you're also a woman. What about you? Do you... are you quick like they are or- I guess I was quick too. Do I pleasure you now? You made me feel good so I now I return the favor?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #006633">"Order takes on the form of a Seraphim, a long dead race wiped out by the Legion. A dying one was spotted over Azeroth around the time the Curse of the Flesh began to take hold on the Vrykul, Gnomes, and Dwarves. I don't need to explain what happened next with The Light and everything else that followed. Order is considerably more competent than The'kal will ever be, but she lacks emotion or personality." </span>He draped the spare robs over Whisperia's shoulders and smiled a bit.<span style="color: #006633">"Even if they did wipe us out at least we had a good run and I've out lived my usefulness. Now, I know it's been a few years since we last saw each other, but I can't help but to notice the lack of mini Britomart's running around."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>