Delithia smiled at Order nodded and snuggled back up beside her when she was done.<span style="color: #0080ff">"Offer away."</span>Her smile fell instantly and she let out a soft sigh.<span style="color: #0080ff">"That... would be nice. But as long as my sister lives she-" </span>The priestess sat up straight and looked at Order.<span style="color: #0080ff">"My sister doesn't approve of my... life style. My mate and I were together when she walked in on us. She killed her..." </span>Delithia unbuttoned her robes and illuminated the area to show a jagged scar on her stomach.<span style="color: #0080ff">"My sister's blade went through my wife's back and into me. My wife was accused of spying for the Horde despite us living in a Goblin city at the time. So my sister tracked us down and killed her, and nearly me... I want my sister dead. She's a blood sucking monster. Literally." </span>Several moments passed before she said anything else.<span style="color: #0080ff">"Yurija was my wife. A young Troll with her whole life ahead of her. She fell head over heels for me and I followed her from one side of Kalimdor to the other. I wasn't going to interfere with her adventurous spirit."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>