<span style="color: #ff0000">"Well, there's... actually I don't think there is anywhere for you to shop now. You can't shop at Thunder Bluff, Silvermoon is in ruins, do the Trolls make anything for their Tauren allies? As long as you're home alone while I'm stuck at work nothing will be kept from you, when you begin to plan for our child then we can consider some self-control. I'll have a few kegs delivered first thing tomorrow morning." </span>Nalo shrugged and started to fold the clothes for Morah to put away.<span style="color: #ff0000">"I can't go into Silvermoon anymore, you can't go into Thunder Bluff. It's unfortunate but it's life, and that's alright."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"For an all powerful being there seems to be quite a bit you don't know."</span>There was approximately half a second of delay before Nyaka responded with a<span style="color: #ff8000"> "Please do. As much as I had fun being an Elf, I still have Trollish instincts and they clash with an Elven body. I'm not even used to having five fingers. The'kal is harmless, a bit... air headed at times, but harmless. I'm sure she would understand the need for the change." </span>She handed their son back to Sellendra and stood up for the Scholar.<br/><br/>"You may as well be for the time being. And even if you were being serious about the fountain thing, I'm not one for putting on a show. I also respect Tyrande and what she deals with." He rubbed his forehead with a soft sigh when when fell but took it time moving over to help her up. "There hasn't been a path out here in a very long time."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>