<span style="color: #404040">"that's fine but give me a tool, don't ask me to scrounge around in the dirt clawing it like an animal. i don't need to woo you, i just have to treat you right. your not some delicate flower which needs to be wooed... your a proud warrior and you'll get what you want because you want it."</span><br/><br/>Order laughed quietly and took a drink of her wine and looked back to the Elf.<span style="color: #ffff00">"and just how do you propose to convince me to do that?" </span>she leaned back against the bar before she frowned. "<span style="color: #ffff00">hey, hands off the barkeep."</span>she waved one hand and his scent changed to lightly repel the advances. she looked at the Elf with a grin and beckoned her over and patted her lap.<span style="color: #ffff00">"The'kal, dear, i think i pushed things a little far and these fine ladies need some of your special toys."</span><br/><br/>"i tried not telling her once and she has been angry with me ever since and now you want me to withhold similar information? i will look because its good for our people, i will tell you because its good for her, but i would also push to tell her because she has a right to know." she sighed angrily and shook her head. "you and that Elf... i cannot now, nor ever again make music. unless you know some magic secret to healing my soul, which, oh right, you don't because you don't know how the damage was done because you've been gone. now please, stop trying to give me hope, i know you mean well but do you think i haven't tried musical instruments? i tried them all and invented a thousand others and nothing... its a hollow mockery of what i used to do and it only makes me feel worse."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>