far from going to the main kitchen, which was full of people working on the main feast Morah made her way into one of the much smaller tertiary kitchens which was her own private kitchen judging from everything inside being of Tauren design and decoration.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">"all i am is free to talk, my bitch sister stole my crutches but you'll have to open the door yourself, i am not hopping that far."</span>when he came in he would find the usually plate clad warrior in a heavy fur robe laying on her couch with her broken leg propped up a bit and carefully wrapped up and immobilized.<span style="color: #006666"> "what Ras? did you come to get a good laugh at my crippled expense?" </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>