Kitori sighed angrily and shook her head.<span style="color: DarkRed"> "Maybe we should just leave this shithole of a city, the people here aren't worth the trouble to deal with and I'm sure we can get some clothes down in Goldshire with far less trouble."</span>Marcus shrugged and put his weapons away.<span style="color: Navy"> "Just doing my job, oh and tell your Elf that crossbow was a misfire. Chelsea is new and wasn't exactly ready to see a Naga your size in an Alliance city." </span>Kitori kissed her daughter's forehead softly as she held her with a smile.<span style="color: Navy"> "Normally you'd be right, but with how bad the taxes have gotten lately and the increasing number of homeless Stormwind citizens Bernard, and many store owners, are quite alright denying customers regardless of how much they're willing to pay. If you only make a few gold a month the King can't tax you, he'd only be hurting himself in the long run if he did sell to you."</span><br/><br/>The Dwarf was still sitting on the pile of boxes where Britomart had last seen him, but now he had a massive mug of ale in his hands as he watched the two Night Elven sisters dance around a fire topless.<span style="color: Olive">"Couldn't care less, pinky. Most us gettin' called back to Stormwind, to clean up some big attack that happened while we're up here. The boys to tha' West in Borean Tundra be makin' more progress and doin' quicker since the Horde be helpin' out."</span>He looked back at Britomart for a moment and laughed.<span style="color: Olive"> "Ale? In a military settlement? Yer as dumb as you look Lass, it's against the law to sell Ale here. Them Vrykul fellas have some though and Priscella over though may or may not have convinced 'em with her... charms, so I may or may not have some ale stashed away somewhere."</span>He shrugged and went back to staring at the Night Elf's chests.<span style="color: DarkOrange"> "Jim? Oh the soldier in the golden armor? He's up in the inn tending to his wounds, while you were off causing more trouble he was in the middle of the town freeing as many prisoners as he could. Now go away, you're a horrible buzz kill." </span>The Night Elf waved Britomart away and returned to her dancing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>