Arlokk smiled and stroked his wife's hair as he waited.<span style="color: darkgreen">"Well I'm sure Ras won't mind, but you can talk to him about it later. You have enough people to please as it is, no need to add another person to that." </span><span style="color: blue">"Rushing... is a good way to get... run out of business as... an enchanter. Do not... worry, ma'am, it will... be done properly or your money... back."</span><br/><br/>"A pain in your ass? I'm just keeping you company and offering you some lunch, I'm not forcing you to stay in the same room with me. We're in the middle of Mulgore as well, there's nothing stopping you from going out on a walk to clear your mind." He shook his head and started to serve up near perfect omelettes. "Who is going to want to deal with her or a Trollish curse of that magnitude? She'll die, send her son, or get over her hatred, I don't really care either way since she's just a dragon and a ticking time-bomb." He opened the window above the stove and yelled out "Food's ready, if you're hungry and get it, if not I'll keep it warm."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>