<span style="color: darkorange">"Tyrande doesn't trust her? Interesting, considering her life, and those of many others were saved by Crimzon."</span>She shook her head and started eating again.<span style="color: darkorange">"I took a nice nap and had a good lunch, I'm not going to keel over any time soon I assure you but I won't argue. I am still hungry and I like it when you tell me what to do."</span><br/><br/>Llara looked down at the Dwarf and shook her head.<span style="color: blue">"I'm taking her back to Nagrand, she'll be building her whatever out in a field and far away from anyone that may get hurt. I don't care if it explodes, if she's insane, or whatever, her husband or whatever is sick and she wants to use it to get home. Now are you going to sell her the piece or are you going to upset me? Your right eye is looking like an awfully good place to put out my cigar..." </span>She motioned Britomart over. "<span style="color: blue">Take whatever it is you need, then head outside. I'll tell you what Dwarf, if she does handle it wrong and it explodes I'll let you sleep with me. Only most of me is covered in steel plates."</span>She laughed coldly and dropped a small bag of gold on the counter before walking out.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>