"I wouldn't step in at all, Ibara is getting exactly what she's wanted all along from Vyre. I sense it just as well as you do and while I don't like it either it's not our place to interfere, it's your job to protect her if she needs it, but this isn't something anyone can protect her from. And besides, I trust Vyre, we've spent a lot of time talking I know she'll never do anything that would truly endanger Ibara or her social standing. All those 'fights' I get into with Vyre? Even the ones that you and Valeen hide from Ibara, they're friendly sparring matches. We talk over whatever sweets she extorts from the local bakery, then duke it out for a bit and go our separate ways, and some days I just take her with me on particularly messy jobs and we talk while cleaning off our weapons." He shrugged a bit and sat the plate down in front of her. "She's a good woman, Ibara will be just fine in her care."<br/><br/>Vyre dropped her boot down on the exact same spot and narrowed her eyes.<span style="color: purple"> "I don't recall giving you permission to talk, let alone question me. Well if you're going to argue we'll just have to do this a far more embarrassing way."</span>She stood up and moved over to their dresser.<span style="color: purple">"When I'm done with you... hm, it's not here anymore?" </span>After digging around for a few moments she pulled out a hot pink collar and grinned.<span style="color: purple"> "You said you had work to do today? Good, this will be your way of telling everyone who owns you."</span>Without even the slightest hint of compassion she grabbed Ibara and put the collar on her.<span style="color: purple"> "Cover this with your hair and I'll cut it off, take it off and I'll beat you until even your high priestesses don't recognize you... wear it with pride, and remember, I'm only doing this because I love you." </span>She kissed Ibara hard and gave her a tight squeeze but shoved her away after a moment.<span style="color: purple">"Now go, keep your city afloat a little longer."</span><br/><br/>Ras sighed quietly. "A Worgen? I don't know any Worgen, how does she know me and my name? And how did she know to go to you to find me?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>