Karrie frowned and clearly wanted to argue but nodded instead.<span style="color: #b30000">"Whatever you think is right, I don't agree with you but I'll stand by your choices."</span><br/><br/>The'kal rolled her eyes and Ashia floated into the air to her.<span style="color: #666600"> "I am The'kal. That's all you ever need to worry about. What I am under this skin doesn't matter. I am The'kal and I am your wife, and you make me happy just as you are. Not my equal? Nobody is equal. Do you think Ras and Amere are equal? What about Vyre and Anna? You shouldn't worry about being equal and instead worry about whether or not I'm happy. And right now I'm very happy."</span><br/><br/>In a hidden away Troll village somewhere in Dun Morogh, Lonnie was sitting in what looked to be a war zone. Dead Trolls and parts of Trolls scattered around the village. At a table Lonnie was currently drinking from a mug and sharing war stories with a Darkspear Troll.<span style="color: #59b300">"Fine, fine. Still thinkin' about Nancy an' what we had ta do to her. Met Zum... Zum'ba...? Said he'd be willin' ta listen to you an' talk it over with his wife."</span>The Troll looked back at Order with a look of surprise then quickly stood up to bow to her. "Dis 'ere Dwarf talk a lotta bout you, mon. Say good things. But I know this Dwarf, met him on the other side of the Dark Portal.... Says a lot of things, this one. Zumbawa guess the Dwarf be tellin' the truth, 'less ya got some powerful magics ta look like that."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>