Rayne frowned at Isabelle but nodded.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "Yes dear. I'm sorry I... I didn't mean to..." </span>She pulled Isabelle back against her chest and kissed her again.<br/><br/>Delithia leaned back and poked Order's chest.<span style="color: #a64dff">"You slapped tits on a bird. That's definitely enough to make me question a... what did you call her, a dragonling? And it looks like a woman but just slightly off and in need of adjustment. So it definitely looks like an Order original."</span><br/><br/>Lonnie laughed and stood up from his seat then conjured a hammer.<span style="color: #b3b300">"Well ye are a bit strange about some things, and for as smart as you are you seem to miss a lot of little details too." </span>He spun the hammer around by the rope on its haft before it vanished. A moment later a Night Elven man came skidding to Lonnie's feet with the hammer rested squarely on his chest. Lonnie climbed back into his chair and went back to his drink, leaving the man pinned and struggling on the ground.<span style="color: #b3b300"> "Local pickpocket. He knows I'll let him up when I'm done here. Never seems to learn, I think he likes the attention." </span>Despite Lonnie's explanation, the man in question had been guilty of numerous armed robberies and muggings in both Ironforge and Stormwind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>