"Woman? Oh, the dragon? He's showing off everything I do now? Does he not understand who he is toying with?" He stood up and walked over to the corner of the room and stared into the shadows. "I wonder if he plans on recording his death, it'll make a good recording to watch in a few years. And the cultists responsible for the curse will love to watch it." He looked back at his brother and shook his head. "There was a group of Alliance women in Silvermoon, all victims of Onyixa or other black dragons. They worship me as their god, they cursed the dragons as a way to better the world and earn my favor. I appreciate their efforts for sure, though I don't think what they did was completely necessary. Of all the dragons they killed, maybe three of them actually lived anywhere near Silvermoon. The cultists are being rounded up and will be put to trial soon... or they should be, I've had a falling out with Leena and I don't trust her to follow through with our agreement. For all I know she's handing them off personally to Ashia's son." He summoned a wicked spear and poked at the shadow before hurling it into the darkness. After a moment he pulled it back with a dead woman impaled on it. "Is this his girlfriend? I thought she was uglier. Oh well." He kicked the corpse back into the shadows where it disappeared back into the city then readied his spear again. "Where is he... I could just grab him with chains, but this is more fun."<br/><br/>Arlokk nodded and kissed her deeply as his hands went down to her ass.<span style="color: darkgreen">"As long as it gets taken care of, but until it is sorted out I think I'm going to enjoy you every chance I get..."</span>He moved his hands back up and smirked.<span style="color: darkgreen">"Almost every chance. Should we start working on the floor plans so when our tools are here we can get to work?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>