<span style="color: purple">"I have an incredibly hard time believing you or one of your little buddies here at the temple didn't have anything to do with that, especially after all the cute little death threats, "accidentally" spilled plates of food and drink, tainted meals, and let's not forget that little stunt where you and rest of the High Priestesses tried to kill me. Ibara's feelings for me haven't matter to you or anyone else since I got here, why start caring now? My daughter is a grown woman with a son to raise and she's decided she wants to live like you and raise him well, that's admirable."</span>Vyre raised one eyebrow and looked at the egg.<span style="color: purple"> "And you think I'm going to raise the child of a rape? You think I'm going to give some low class, bottom feeding, mindless worm the honor of having a child with me? Hah." </span>She dumped out the glass of water and inspected the cup for a moment then launched it at the egg with enough force to rip through the soft shell.<span style="color: purple"> "Fuck that egg and whatever bastard was inside it."</span>The look she gave the mage almost dared her comment before she laid back down.<span style="color: purple">"You're a Blood Elf, I couldn't possibly care any less about you or the rest of your kind if I tried, I'm above worrying about your kind. Well you have my word that I won't endanger her life, but her quality of life may be significantly reduced for an extended period of time."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>