Anna looked at Vyre again and blushed a little while the shopkeep seemed not to notice. "yes ve do but some of ze native metals here did pose a challenge, Truesilver is so easily burnt..." Anna looked at Vyre before she shook her head.<span style="color: #0080ff">"h-how do i p-pick? i n-never picked j-jewelry before its a-all so beautiful..."</span>"i have Elunite but it is hard metal to vork, it almost seems to resist me on purpose, vhich is shame as it is very pretty and i hear very strong so it vould prove durable enough for alvays vearing... not like zis Azeroth gold, it is too soft compared to Draenor gold, gem fittings must be so much more bulky to hold ze gems. and do not get me started on regular silver, it is, how do Humans say? horseshit? or is it bullshit?" "i must apologize for her language... dear, we discussed the cussing." She frowned and picked him up without a word. "you may have married me and brought me to big city but i am still farmers daughter and zat will never change... and you never complain about all ze cussing in bed you little sex machine." the Gnome and Anna turned red at the exact same time and he squirmed. "not in front of the customers! we cant have this fine lady taking her business down the street." "zat Dwarf? his vork is shit and he is drunk all ze time. if she wants good things she vill let my vork do ze talking." she kissed him hard and set him on the counter which made him blush again as he hopped down. "umm... anyway... is there anything else i can show you?" Anna nodded and pointed to a intricate metal choker in the back of the case, the metal stark black with an arrangement of brilliant diamonds that looked like stars shining from the dark metal.<span style="color: #0080ff">"wh-what kind of m-metal is that?"</span>"it is piece of Exodar, ze ship the Naaru give Ze Draenei. we do not know vhat it is made of but this piece came from deep within so mechanic tell me, i find it as scrap from ze crash and work very hard to make something pretty from that horrible wreck." Anna looked at Vyre for a long moment and the gears were obviously turning in her head.<span style="color: #0080ff">"i-i am a wr-wreck... and-and its going to be h-hard w-work for you to m-make me into s-something... it would be k-kinda poetic wouldnt it? its a wr-wreck... im a wr-wreck... and its a g-gift fr-from cr-creatures of th-the Light l-like the priestess wh-who brought us together and-and..."</span>she trailed off mumbling though if that was her thoughts running away on her or her stutter taking over it was hard to tell.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>