"What!? Ibara actually followed through with a promise after all this time? I figured she would have given the child up for adoption, as of late her Blood Elven blood seems to be in full control and it's turned her into a miserable and spiteful cunt. I guess Sharindia and I will be stopping by your house to see if we can lend a hand, Nyaka and Sell are the last two women I'd ever trust with a child." He shook his head and smiled. "I'd have to do some digging. Most of our past is best left buried, but I'm sure we got into some trouble now and then that didn't get anyone hurt." Ras stuck his tongue out at Sharindia. "Hardly. They say opposites attract, I wouldn't have such a beautiful family around me if I was trouble. We should meet up again over dinner and drinks, Sarevess. I don't have much to talk about that doesn't involve your past, but I'd like to hear from you again."<br/><br/>Crimzon nodded and looked down for a moment.<span style="color: #b30000">"I'll have your answers, priestess." </span>She looked back at Tyrande then nodded.<span style="color: #b30000">"Yes, priestess. I was under the impression you would go with me. I don't know who told them, though, but I plan to find out..." </span>The sentinel inhaled deeply then nodded to Tyrande.<span style="color: #b30000">"It's going to be a long, painful</span><span style="color: rgb(179, 0, 0)"> night for some people."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>