"1A works for me, we'll sort out the rest and rename them as time goes on. Tomorrow we'll need to go shopping so if anyone has any requests I'd like to hear them so I can start making a list. Fruits, meats, vegetables. Anything at all."<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"I'm far more resilient than you give me credit for. Azeroth herself couldn't crush me. Sharindia is no threat to me and if she can't kill me, nobody else can. Loving a mortal is fine, part of living is knowing everyone and everything you love will with and die. I know I'll outlive Anna and our children, I know I'll outlive Ashia... But I wouldn't want to go through life without ever loving."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"Talkin' will do a lot ta solve these issues, Order. It's a skill I've had ta learn since I started workin' with you. Sending the new The'kal away will just drag out the problem. Ye should talk to her, have an honest conversation with her."</span>He took Order's mug from her and poured in enough of his mystery mixture to blow off his eyebrows and most of his beard.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "But first, you drink."</span>He handed her the bonfire in a cup and nodded.<span style="color: #ffff00">"To better times and a new beard."</span>He lit his own drink on fire and raised his mug.<span style="color: #ffff00">"Maybe I'll try being like a Dark Iron and lettings the tips catch on fire next time."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>