Nalo frowned a bit, but it was impossible to tell if it was genuine or not.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "There's very few people here who can make clothes for a Draenei and a Tauren. But if that is what you desire then that is what you'll get, but, in exchange I get a blow job in the park. If you're lucky I'll let you swallow." </span>She flashed Morah a wicked grin and changed directions to the Craftsmen's Terrace.<br/><br/>Ras looked around the room for a moment and let out a sigh of annoyance. "Apparently she's gone completely off the deep end. Alright, I need you to verbally ask for someone named Order. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but she is some all powerful space... thing. If anyone can tell us where your child is it'll be her."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>