"I'll do what I can for her, I can't promise anything but I'll get her out of the city one way or another. I don't need luck, I just need to kiss the right ass and spread a little misinformation. I did, for all the world knows Ras is dead, and if you wanted to get technical he is, The'kal killed him in his own realm." He nodded once and motioned for the sentinel to follow. "I thought we were pretty close too, but I'll you later in case I miss you on my way out." With a wave he headed inside where Nyaka was in the kitchen preparing a large pot of stew, her eyes sunken in from exhaustion with dark bags under them. She looked up at Ras and the sentinel for a moment and let out a low sigh.<span style="color: darkorange"> "I don't know what Jen did this time but she's upstairs in the room on the left." </span>"You look like shit, it's me, Ras. I got my old body back. I just have the sentinel to keep Tyrande's dusty ass quiet." Nyaka stared at him for a moment then nodded with a smile.<span style="color: darkorange"> "It's good you haven't forgotten us, need to get this stew finished though. Sell's getting short tempered from not getting proper meals and Jen's been keeping me up all night... I've been slipping on my duties around the house just trying to catch up on any chance of sleep I can."</span>Ras moved into the kitchen and hugged her tight. "I'll figure something out for Jen and Sarevess."<span style="color: darkorange">"I know you will, you always do."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">"How's Rayne doing, anyways? She seemed quite happy what little I saw of her. Couldn't she join one of the Blood Elven patrols around the forest? Seems pretty peaceful and it could be an easy paycheck for her."</span>He nodded with a smile and gave her hand a squeeze.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "Of course, should we make any plans for tonight or can we expect our night to be rather messy at the hands of you and your daughter?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>