<span style="color: #ff0000">"Oh, please. I weigh more than you do and they carry me just fine." </span>Nalo shook her head and headed down to the docks where a red-faced Dwarf stood beside a large boat.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "Magic in general doesn't agree with me. I was meant to degrade into... goo after I reached a certain age and magic being cast around me made it feel like it was about to happen sooner. Even now that I'm normal-ish I still have a natural fear and dislike of it." </span>She took Morah's hand and helped her onto the boat which pushed off shortly after they boarded.<br/><br/>Nyaka smiled and motioned to Sellendra's class.<span style="color: #ff8000"> "Raise your glass and gently tap it against mine. We're toasting to our family being complete, after far too long."</span><br/><br/>The shocks only further enraged the woman but when the aphrodisiacs began to take effect they took effect hard.<span style="color: #00b300"> "We... were given permission. By a druid in the nearby town. The Troll wasn't mentioned and tried to defend the harpies. My pack wiped them all out in an hour. We... we aren't feral but some of us are closer than others... once we claimed the temple we tried to clean and maintain but then... the druid came back and it became harder to even leave the temple. Cleaning it was impossible. We killed the druid thinking maybe that would help lift... whatever he did to us but nothing changed." </span>She tried fighting against the chains but a hard spank from Ras made her whimper and quickly go along with it. "Of course." Ras pulled off his robes and waded into the water with the Worgen who stared to pant. He selected a brush and wasted little time creating a sudsy lather and working it into the woman's lower back and steadily worked lower.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>