<span style="color: #336600">“Half harpy children aren’t going to provide much to this world. You and your Seraphim are, and you need as much investment as possible.” </span>She nodded and created a glass for herself so Order could have her mug back.<span style="color: #336600"> “I know. And I don’t know how to help you so I’m just going to stay with you.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">“Citizens, people who live in Ironforge and the surrounding areas. Why wouldn’t I think a Black Dragon wouldn’t hurt innocents? Your Flight doesn’t exactly have a stellar reputation. And you can drop the disguise, I know what you are.”</span>He stared at her and rubbed his nose with a sigh. “I know. I don’t want to accept it, I want to just point at the dragon and be done with it. But I’ve looked at the cases of the most vocal victims, I’ve seen your pattern and it’s also why I haven’t gone out of my way to deal with it. I was looking at the fences and pinning them down, or rather their suppliers and buyers, Order pointed me your way.” He looked around then took a seat.<span style="color: #666600">“So what do you do when you’re not robbing people?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>