Delithia nodded and released Order's hand as they approached the shop.<span style="color: #a64dff">"He's not intolerant but he's... Troubled about being so accepting. He tries his best." </span>After the warning, she headed inside where an old Elf sat at a counter. The Blood Elf looked exhausted and sad but his soul radiated the kindness and purity Order sought out for her Justicars.<span style="color: #a6ff4d">"Miss Delithia? I had heard the worst about you."</span>He stood up slowly but quickly moved around the counter to hug her. He looked at her and smiled wearily.<span style="color: #a6ff4d"> "You brought the goddess here too? Anthony... Antoinette will be happy to see you're okay." </span>Delithia smiled a little and looked between Order and the man.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "This is my mate, Order. Order, this is my paint dealer Olric."</span><span style="color: #a6ff4d">"You make it sound like I'm a drug dealer of some sort." </span>He offered Order his hand to shake and smiled at her.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I need a complete restock, Olric. I have a new home and a new workshop to fill. I need it all. And... Your daughter's problem may have a solution, but we can discuss it after the paint." </span>The old Elf looked at Order warily then to Delithia and nodded, nervous but trusting the Elf.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>