"Well I don't like the sound of Field Marshal so I'll just stick with Britomart." He pulled off a glove and reached over to stroke her cheek softly. "Trolls never die, how many times has Ras died since we've known him? I'm sure his mother is even harder to kill. Getting thrown in your brig doesn't sound like a bad thing, but it'll have to wait until we get home. Fighting for the Alliance has already put us at a massive disadvantage. There's too many politics and people in the background pulling the strings, I've seen how the Horde operate and I almost respect them for it."<br/><br/>Bayne had fallen back onto her side and her eyes were blank, the only sign she was alive was her wing moving when the priestess spoke. She blinked a few times to focus her eyes then slowly looked up at the priestess.<span style="color: Blue"> "Maybe... probably not... but I'd appreciate the help regardless. My mate and I are expecting a child, but my mate shares her body with her mother and the body for the mother to move into isn't ready yet. The mother and I got into a huge fight when she found out and I haven't been able to rest since. She's in control of their body so I have no idea if she'll keep the child or purge herself of it because it's only a demon's child in her mind. Going on almost three weeks of no sleep now."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>