Vyre rolled her shoulders and twisted to test her range of movement before looking down at the Dwarf.<span style="color: purple"> "Sure, the immigration offices aren't here at the temple. Come, I'll take you there and show you to the best bar in the city. Light, the only decent bar this side of Dwarven territory." </span>She motioned for the Dwarf to follow and lead her out of the temple and to the government offices across the square.<span style="color: purple">"The temple is... well it's more of a hospital and housing for priests, less prayer and the like. So what brings you to Silvermoon? And you may call me Vyre."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>