<span style="color: #0000ff">"Eldryn? Sounds like an Elven name. Probably for the best that he's gone, too much power and not enough responsibility. Elves have a track record of abusing magic."</span>"There's a whole keg with your name on it if you're interested. Even the Dwarves won't touch the stuff." The waiter returned with Loraine's cup of soup and their sandwiches made up of large, fried chicken breasts with just a few lettuce leaves and tomato slices for color.<span style="color: #0000ff"> "They always donated the scraps and left over bits of these, I'm excited to try one fr-"</span>"Donated? You do look familiar now, you're one of the poor souls from the sewers, aren't you? You look exceptionally healthy, if you don't mind me saying." Loraine looked between the waiter and Ashia for a moment before nodding slowly.<span style="color: #0000ff">"I uh... I made a deal with the devil. I didn't look or feel this good this morning I promise." </span>The large man laughed softly and nodded. "Well tell the devil I'm interested in meeting him. You two enjoy and I'll have your other sandwiches out soon."<br/><br/>"I used to be in a shady business. A business where we made people disappear for any number of reasons and often times no reason at all. Paranoia is a word used by those who hurt others to deflect blame. So let me ask you again, what did you do to my mother? Paranoia doesn't happen naturally and she was never a paranoid woman. You assholes did something to her after Eldryn vanished, she would never demand ownership of Azeroth. Trying to destroy the world wasn't enough so went after the one who tried to stand against it, but she was too powerful to kill, now you're calling her paranoid to turn others away from her?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>