<span style="color: #5900b3">“You’re being awfully sassy for someone in ass kicking range. I may be powerless now but I’m still a better fighter than even Ras. I could easily take you down and punish you for being so naughty by giving me a son.”</span><br/><br/>“It’s strange that you would criticize Elune’s craftsmanship after devoting yourself to her for so long. It seems like you would accept Vyre as being intentionally… direct in her motives because Elune made her that way. I know my Vyre was very obsessive over me and had a strange fascination for spears, but I never saw her actually use one. She just collected them.” He finished his glass of wine and summoned a platter of cheese and sliced meats. “I never was good at guessing Night Elf ages, and I definitely tried. So I apologize for calling you old… even if you’re basically a relic.” Crimzon snarled and balled her fists.<span style="color: #b30000">“The native bastard says the same thing about her.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>