Ashia smiled a little and shook her head.<span style="color: #404040">"actually i have been needing to talk to the real Order for a couple of weeks now, I'm just waiting for your business with her to be done." </span>Order looked at her before another body appeared beside her.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "you could have just asked."</span><span style="color: #404040">"i didn't want to be rude. it was a pleasure to meet you Misha, i look forward to seeing you again."</span>both Orders rolled their eyes before one followed Misha and the other stayed outside with Ashia. she nodded and pointed to the dining room table where one large tome appeared.<span style="color: #ffff00">"the other two are still being worked on. apparently i have a bad habit of rambling so it takes quite a bit of editing to get all information on a topic together from our notes. i am just glad i found her, those in charge of Dalaran refused to admit i exist let alone work with me on such a project. i was enslaved by a now toppled government and used as a weapon against my people... there is very little to learn about me as a person by hearing about forty thousand years of horrors i did against my will. i wasn't even allowed to kill myself despite multiple attempts."</span><br/><br/>about ten minutes after Misha had left Ashia and Order walked in the front door of Ashia's house.<span style="color: #404040">"Vyre my love, Order is here to see you." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>