The man didn't as much as blink at Ashia's transformation and picked up his crushed weapon.<span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Big, dumb, ugly, covered in scales. I think that makes you a dragon in my books. You won't kill me, I'm an honest businessman and that goes against your 'morals' or whatever you call them."</span><span style="color: #4da6ff">"Hey, whoa, I'm not like her. I can read, count, and do taxes. I also don't kill people, I'm a businesswoman." </span><span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Well now, if you ever need a job. A real job. You're certainly more qualified than half the idiots out there now. And it'd be more rewarding than birthing bastards for this beast."</span>He pointed at Ashia with his thumb while Emily seemed to consider the idea.<span style="color: #bfbfbf">"Like I said. You tell me who you are and I'll do business with you. Now I know who you are and now we can do business. You aren't going to intimidate me. The king himself couldn't force me to feed his armies." </span>He leaned back in his chair and tented his fingers.<span style="color: #bfbfbf">"I've had a lot of stock stolen from me as of late. I don't have enough animals on hand to fill your orders. I'll sell you twenty of each, fifteen hundred per cow. Seven fifty per pig. If you want more, you'll have to find them yourselves." </span><span style="color: #4da6ff">"And find them where?" "</span><span style="color: #bfbfbf">Redridge Farms. On the boarder of Elwynn and Redridge, just outside Lakeshire. A little start up that suddenly as a lot more animals than they should. Burn the place down, they're in the government's pocketbooks so they'll get refunded the cost of the buildings. Take the animals. And I'll take them to court for stealing my livestock. Everyone wins."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"How can you make me admit something I don't know? All I know for sure isss that I want to be with her. Her being in my arms or just near me makes me feel... warm. I don't want my son, I feel nothing when I look at him. I want Leena, I feel something I just don't know what. I don't need anyone or anything, Leena. I want you." </span>"You need her." He nodded to Elune and smiled. "Good, this place fucking stinks. Leena, you owe me a beer for this."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>