the Draenei woman jumped in her seat and looked at Vyre for a moment before she replied.<span style="color: darkorchid">"im sorry? oh! zhe mirror. actually i vwas just thinking about the nature of zhes Humans... so much light and darkness inside zhem."</span>she frowned a little and looked deeper into Vyre.<span style="color: darkorchid"> "and in you. vhat troubles you so deeply?"</span>her accent seemed to cut out and return in tune with the orb of her staff and she patted the seat beside her.<span style="color: darkorchid">"i know you Elves do not follow zhe light but if you want to talk i vill listen, a priestess never turns avay a person in need."</span>the bartender shook his head as he set the wine down for the Draenei who took a sip and grimaced.<span style="color: darkorchid">"zho you Elves do make better vine." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>