Ras let the power fade and walked over to watch Vincent work. “So you invented all of this? That’s really impressive.” He looked at the device then moved to look at the wine. “So what am I looking at here? I know what fermentation is but I’ve never seen it happen like this.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">“My progenitor? My mother was a cruel and weak woman who abused everyone around her to make herself feel strong. Where do you think the Seraphim should land? They would probably safer and treated better in Night Elf lands compared to Eversong where monsters like your daughter live. Who knows what she would do to them, and would you really be able to protect the Seraphim from your own child?”</span>She nodded and smiled a little.<span style="color: #8000ff">“I guess that’s good. I was never good at diplomacy, I’m just a dumb soldier who knew how to keep her sisters safe… until I couldn’t. Um, since you’re here could I ask for my old Sentinel armor and Glaive? And an armor rack to display it on. For the trip we would need supplies but I might know of a Furbolg camp</span>to trade at.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>