Vyre turned on the Gnome and laughed.<span style="color: #5900b3">"Me? Mortal? Surely you've heard of Queen Azshara? I'm older than her, quite a bit older. You could try to kill me and I would turn you into a new pair of boots for my pet. You're a child and a dragon, there's not a fucking thing you can do regardless. Do you not know where you live? This world is full of would-be heroes, people with the power and want to kill dragons like you. So here is what I suggest, let your mother do her thing and worry about yourself. I speak from experience when I say there's no point in ever trying to correct your mother. Mine is... every bit as terrible as yours, and much worse."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>