The shopkeeper, nearly as tall as Ophidian and just as wide at the shoulder, shook his hand firmly and grinned.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"> "Well let's see what we've got that'll work for her, shall we?"</span>He looked down at Syrenka and smiled.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"> "She is a cutey, 'pecially with that lil' hat."</span>He smiled at Syrenka then lead them over to a row of four cribs, each designed noticeably different.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"Can't say I know how big baby Naga get so would one of these be big enough or would you need one custom built to be longer?"</span><br/><br/>Once the ointment had been to applied to Jenjayah moved to lay Sellendra down and tend to her wounds.<span style="color: DarkOrange"> "I do care, I know where she is and I will have her skull mounted on our wall. Nobody attacks my family and gets away alive..." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">"Then she won't be able to help herself when I use that mace of hers to break her in two for talking to me the way she did." </span>There was a massive blood stain on the destroyed wall where Karrie lay, a testament to Vyre's strength. Despite all the blood Karrie seemed just fine as she lay unconsious, not even a scratch on her as a sign of her demonic resilience and regeneration. "It'll only affect Karren if Karrie dies, and if that had happened Darnassus and what's left of Auberdine would be consumed in an explosion of Arcane and Demonic energy." He moved away and looked up at the sky for a moment. "Rachel, come get Karrie, she's unconscious in an alley. I would also like to speak with you about what happened with the Loa. I have no interest in fighting you, I just wish to talk."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>