"Yes, but I am a visitor here and as comfortable as I am around you you're still not the same woman who adopted me from my timeline." He smiled to Order and shook his head. "I have a... let's call it a hunch, that you shouldn't be judging others for being in a relationship." Ras let out a sigh and rotated his map to Amere's blacked out sphere indicating she was dead like most of the people in his life. "I was with Vy'ren, we were in Dun Morugh to get some Gnomish candies for you. You had just recently given birth and we thought to celebrate it. A Horde raiding party showed up while we were in the village, just a couple of stupid Orcs and a Troll in way over her head. We killed the Orcs and sent the Troll on her way. Amere's sister basically threw herself at me and dragged Vy'ren and I to her home to properly thank us for saving them. A few... awkward conversations later we left with an armful of candy and Amere who wouldn't take no for an answer."<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"As soon as I get my powers back I'm getting black out drunk and I'll kick your ass if you try to stop me."</span>She quickly went through and sampled all of the beers but frowned after a moment.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "They all suck. I wonder if it was just my armor that made it acceptable... Not having my armor feels... bad. I feel weak and vulnerable." </span>Vyre held out one hand and looked at it for a moment then sighed.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I've always worn that armor, it's a part of me. I don't like being out of it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>