<span style="color: #666600">"That chair would hold you, a Tauren, your daughter, and that lump of a man without as much as a squeak." </span>He summoned a few glasses and a bottle of his wine though the bottle was engraved with the seal of one of the most prominent Blood Elven wineries.<span style="color: #666600">"This wine is from some of the best vintners your people have to offer, from a little winery near Quel'danas. Please enjoy. If I wanted to get laid why would I go through all this trouble when there's far less troubled women in this city? Why would I take the abuse from you and her when I've got someone actively trying to court me in the city."</span>He rubbed his face and nodded.<span style="color: #666600">"Fine, fine. I want to fuck your daughter like an animal and have a huge family with her and rule over Silvermoon with an iron fist like a proper tyrant. Is that what you want to hear? Anyways, unless you two need anything else I'm going to go... I don't know, plot to overthrow the city and make all the women here my personal har- fuck!" </span>He turned around and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Animus standing there with Alex.<span style="color: #666600">"I'm going to get you a little bell to wear around the temple."</span><span style="color: #0059b3"> "Mother!" </span>Alex dashed across the room and hopped onto the bed where he hugged Ibara tight.<span style="color: #0059b3">"Who are you, old lady? You smell like Sharindia's bad perfume."</span><span style="color: #b30000"> "That's your grandmother." </span>Ras looked at Animus and took a deep breath.<span style="color: #666600">"Why!?" </span><span style="color: #b30000">"He called for transportation here, he wanted to see his mother again and Ras gave me permission to travel to and from his home." </span><span style="color: #666600">"You better hope Machinist is around to put you back together when Ras or Sharindia show up and kick your ass for this."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>