Jim looked over at Britomart and let out a soft sigh as he continued eating. "She's delirious, I'm not from Lorderon, I'm from Arathi, and I'm her husband not her brother." He looked at his bloodied hand and wiped it off on his ruined leathers and finished his bread. "My gear doesn't really need to be repaired, just replaced, I don't think I really have any right to wear that armor anymore... it stands for something I don't believe in anymore." He looked back at his armor and let out a quiet sigh. When his injuries were checked it was nothing more than a dozen small scratches that had started to bleed from constant irritation from his armor. "They're Draenei dear, a peaceful and spiritual people... they also make damn good priests and paladins."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>