“Vyre will need to be up and active or she’ll get destructive and cause problems for everyone. She should be out playing with the dragonling children, I think they would love her and stay out of my home if she did.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“Well… I met Vyre in Silvermoon. She was Valeen’s equal in rank but mostly handled training the guards and handling the more violent criminals. Where Valeen took care of the run of the mill petty crime and paperwork. Vyre also took care of the city’s armory. I was new to the city, an apprentice apothecary from the Undercity actually. I was caught up in a sting operation to catch people who had been selling and using illegal drugs. Except I was innocent and entirely clueless to what was happening. Being… empowered as I am, Valeen’s guards couldn’t arrest me and I’ll admit I was scared and panicking so I wasn’t helping my case. Vyre’s elite guard couldn’t apprehend me either and when I accidentally killed one I fled the city. Vyre, my Vyre, is every bit as prideful and powerful as the one in this time. If not more so. She tracked me down to the Plaguelands by herself and tried to kill me.”</span>He took a drink of his wine and Jasmine would see a massive shit eating grin on his face.<span style="color: #006666"> “I’ve never seen someone get so mad in my life. She couldn’t kill me and eventually I managed to rip her arm out of her socket and beat her with it. What a sight that must have been. The blood loss got to her and she passed out and her natural healing had her back to health by sunrise. We spent like a week straight just fucking, in rivers, over trees, we found a Worgen woman with a carriage and used that. Everything that would hold us. We fucked the Worgen woman too. Six times I think? Turns out I’m not into fur but I like wild and feral women. Eventually we fucked our way back to Silvermoon and she went back to her duties and I took up an apprenticeship at a winery we defiled.” </span>He refilled his glass and nodded.<span style="color: #006666">“That may be it. Plus I’m old and grouchy, everything makes my old bones angry.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>