Marcus slowly pulled himself to his feet and this time managed to dodge another swing from the Dwarf and left the building, the other guards following but all waiting outside the shop in case any more trouble started.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"An entire wardrobe ye'say? Ye'do realized that'll cost ye a fortune, especially for one as tall as her? Well..."</span>The Dwarf let out a heavy sigh and pointed to Syrenka.<span style="color: DarkSlateGray"> "Put tha' doll away and strip down so I can get some measurements, ya' ain't got no tits and yer ass is pretty flat so I don't think anythin' I got on hand'll fit right on ye."</span><span style="color: DarkRed"> "I think I'm going to get a headache trying to figure out anything she's saying." </span><span style="color: DarkSlateGray">"Cuse' me Lass? I don't tolerate ANY backtalk no matter what language you speak."</span>Kitori seemed genuinely frightened by the tiny, angry woman who put her hands on her hips as she waited for Kitori to remove her armor.<br/><br/>Jim shrugged and stared into his soup for a long time before answering. "I'm alive the priest said the wound wasn't infected so I'll recover, wish I could say the same for the prisoners. I got most of them out, there were still so many corpses, even people I freed some never made it back to camp. All this loss and for what? Half the soldiers here are getting sent back South, even more are getting shipped West to rendezvous with Horde forces to push North into Grizzly Hills and beyond. Why did they even bother sending us here?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>