The'kal picked Britomart up by the back of her shirt while Jim looked between Order and The'kal. "Bri-Brit. I wouldn't start a fight, I don't know who that one is but I recognize those gold eyes. The'kal?" She smiled wide. "Brit's not-" Jim dove away from the grenade and The'kal flicked Britomart's forehead<span style="color: #666600">. "Never change." </span>She sat the woman back on the ground and crossed her arms.<span style="color: #666600">"Jim, Brit. Take a look at the moon. That's the new Draenor. If she did her job right most of the people you know and love from Outland are now there. Problem is your violent tendencies concern her. Now, I understand you like to fight the Ogres and demons infesting Nagrand, but she's not convinced and she's the one who needs to be convinced."</span><br/><br/>Vyre scowled and looked down at Anna.<span style="color: #8000ff">"So you only know what a dragon looks like from vague descriptions. So you know nothing about dragons. There's smaller lizards out there that fit your childish description of a dragon. Tiny harmless ones that glide from tree branches to eat little bugs."</span>If Vyre rolled her eyes any harder they'd likely fall out of her head.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Whelps hop around on the ground chasing and eating bugs. They're harmless unless you're sensitive to smoke." </span>With a sigh she squeezed Anna and shook her head.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "Nobody is getting used in any way. Would you feel better if you could talk to Ashia? Maybe ask her some questions about the relationship that we have? And for the record, most of the people in both Stormwind and Silvermoon would accuse you of being used in an unnatural disgusting way by a monster. Ashia is ugly on the outside, but I have a far, far darker past than she does. Yet you're still happy to be with me, aren't you?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>