the Orc behind the counter looked up at Vyre before he laughed.<span style="color: seagreen"> "oh isnt this a treat, the reigning queen bitch of the city graces my shop with her presence... tell me, you got money? cuz last i heard Ibara threw you out on your- ow!"</span>he jumped away from the female Dwarf who had kicked him in the ass, a feat since she was short enough to almost be mistaken for being half Gnome.<span style="color: yellowgreen"> "watch yer tongue with the customers!"</span><span style="color: seagreen"> "you watch my tongue or youll find it between your legs."</span><span style="color: yellowgreen">"only if your good."</span>she shoved him firmly which made him grin and watch her ass as she stretched up to grab a practice sword and she tossed it to Vyre.<span style="color: yellowgreen"> "straight from yer homeland, costs a bundle to ship it in from Darnassus. its treated with one of my own concoctions, stronger then bronze weaponry but they aint cheap."</span>the Orc smirked and leered at Vyre for a moment.<span style="color: seagreen">"could put em on our tab if she joined us for a-hey!"</span>he jumped away again this time holding his shin.<span style="color: yellowgreen"> "i said watch yer tongue!"</span><span style="color: seagreen">"i didnt say anything bad, damned short ass grump... tell me you wouldnt like to see what is under that dress."</span>the dwarf turned red and glared at him<span style="color: yellowgreen">"i only played with that Draenei because i was drunk as fuck on that damned brewmaster's ale!"</span><span style="color: seagreen">"and the whole city heard you screamin her name the whole damned night."</span>she tried to kick him again but this time he jumped away with a laugh.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>