<span style="color: orange">"I look forward to it." </span>Karren leaned back in her chair and smiled a bit. "I'll have whatever she's having, I've grown up on foods from the Eastern Kingdoms so I trust her tastes more than mine." She smirked and fought back a laugh.<span style="color: orange">"Just be glad it was only her ear. Oh is that so? Well fortunately for you my tastes in men don't include those without a sense of humor so I guess I don't need to worry about waking up with you in my bed."</span>She took a sip of her wine and stretched a bit.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "You women are going to be the end of me."</span>Arlokk shook his head a bit but couldn't hide his smile.<span style="color: darkgreen">"I would like to apologize for Karren, the human, she doesn't get out very often."</span><br/><br/>There was several hard knocks on the Tauren's door in the temple, on the other side stood an acolyte who had clearly seen better days, his robes stained in fresh blood, vomit, and other questionable fluids.<span style="color: blue"> "Priestess, Lady Vyre has returned with another Naga, I need a little help... a lot of help, actually, I think Sahra had a breakdown when we had to cut open the naga and uh... just come help? Ibara isn't responding."</span>While Ibara lay on Ras' chest her connections to the temple and Vyre had been temporarily blocked to allow her to sleep peacefully and enjoy her morning. But the block would fade as soon as she moved more than a few inches away from him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>