Karrie stuck her tongue out at Rachel and wrapped her arms around her as they traveled.<span style="color: #b30000"> "That monster of yours is staying in the ground. You can gather its pieces and bury it again, but my horses are so much better."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"Order probably fixed it up for them." </span>She followed Ashia to the chair as the civilians slowly began to gather around the stage that had magically appeared in the center of their city. Other than a few hushed whispers about "Silvermoon" and "monsters" none of the watchers seemed overly worried by the precense of the Dragonlings and some even wandered off to go about their days. The'kal let out a low growl and got on her knees between Ashia's legs and slowly started to tease the opening that hide Ashia's cock with her tongue.<span style="color: #666600"> "Sounds good to me..."</span>She pushed Ashia's legs apart to get closer and her tongue started to dip into Ashia's slit. When The'kal began to service Ashia there was some surprised gasps from the crowd but only a handful seemed bother while most seemed interested.<br/><br/>"Ah be an Archmage, veteran o' de Black Temple, Tempest Keep, de Sunwell, two Northrend campaigns, and an expeditionary campaign ta Sholozar Basin. Don' tell me I ain't precise." He visibly jumped as a nearby leopard let out a growl and pounced on a rabbit. "My wife. She came wit' me ta deal wit dese savages. She can be... jealous an' you're a very beautiful creature. Perfect order? Den it's a complete disasta. You sure she a goddess, mon?" He looked at Lonnie who shrugged and poured himself another glass.<span style="color: #59b300"> "Positive." </span>"I ain't gonna lecture ya on balance, I don't have the patience for it." Order would sense a particularly large and powerful panther prowling not too far from them, this one coated in frozen gore from another Troll village.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>