Order looked over and smiled to the Blood Elf.<span style="color: #ffff00">"it's good to see you and thank you for letting us know. Lonnie is a male Dwarf, he taught me how to drink. and even if he weren't away he is asleep and Lonnie rarely wakes up early."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b35900">"oh yes i have. i met each of the High Priestesses in a different city, town or battlefield. using various methods i visited settlements of every kind in every region on both continents. i saw the polluted depths of Gnomergan and i leapt off the World tree just to levitate my way down... but everywhere there was the horrible ways us mortals hurt each other. it used to inspire me to fight, now i just don't want to hurt anymore."</span>she shook her head and glanced over.<span style="color: #b35900">"she assumed that you crushed the grapes with your feet... she can eat food prepped with your hands but not something she thinks your feet have touched. probably because most Trolls don't wear shoes or boots. your white wines are nice but your reds are two tiers above them, if you wanted an opinion."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"calm down dear. I'm not pissed off like i was last night so i am going to teach you. i will, for right now you need to sit her up a little bit more in your arm like I'm holding them. once they are done we can move onto the joyful task of burping them. you may want to do away with your wings for that, they tend to get messy." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>