<span style="color: #0080ff">"Well I hope she's still attractive when she's finally ready to give herself to you."</span>Miriam shook her head and sighed.<span style="color: #0080ff">"Oh I know they're an ancient race, but I also know they're a race that has lost its place on this world. Like you said, they're too big and take up too much space. Drakes can be used as mounts and pets, but full sized dragons are just problematic. I just hope your new race fixes those problems, no race deserves to go extinct, but if you can't adapt you aren't meant to survive either. Garrosh's legacy would have continued to be a problem long after he died and Wrynn is going to be just as bad. Their ideals, plans, the legacy they leave behind will effect your children and their children. You and I may be long gone, but the effect they had on this world will be forever."</span><br/><br/>"Well that's no fun, here I was hoping I'd get to enjoy a sexy battle of the wills between my harpy and my elf. I guess I'll just have to make do with my two beautiful women being able to treat me in different ways." He nodded and turned her around to start scrubbing her back. "Agreed, I can't cook while standing in here with you and I certainly can't rely on you or Amere to cook for the children. Even if you weren't pregnant."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>