<span style="color: #666600">"Which breed? The dragons or the mortals that have to live with them? Because of course I worry, I love the mortals and all of their flaws. It's why we'll probably never get along completely, I love them and you can't understand them."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"No, I think that covers everything for now. I'll be in touch."</span><span style="color: #59b300">"It was nice to meet you. I'd tell you to not be a stranger but this isn't really my home to offer." </span><br/><br/>Ras rubbed his forehead and took a seat. "Hey, I listened but you know how Shauna is." He rolled his eyes but his attention stuck to Vyre's spear which still hung from the wall. "Won our little..." Ras was on his feet in a flash and in Ibara's face even quicker. "Listen here, you angry bitch. Don't you dare talk to me like I'm one of your little subordinates you can bully around. After all the shit The'kal and the Loa put us through to make us friends don't you fucking dare come at me like I ever went out of my way to hurt you. Don't you ever question my love for you. The next time that stupid thought runs through your heat-addled mind, and I can smell it on you, look into a fucking mirror. Look at the tusks I gave you back. I did that because you wanted them back and I love you. Yeah, it took longer than planned to give them back but we both live chaotic lives." By now he was all but towering over her. "You want to kick Shauna, fine. Hate Vyre? Be my guest. But don't you fucking dare come at me like I ever wronged you, who the fuck do you think you are?" His fury turned into a smirk and he backed away then moved to collect Shauna. "Like a ball of dried clay, Vyre was right about you. Cracked, damaged, and ready to fall apart at even a slight breeze. I guess it's just easier for a Blood Elf like you to put her faults on someone else. Come on, Shauna, I think you need a mug of ale... or five."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>