Iron frowned but nodded<span style="color: #ffa64d">. "Oh, okay. I'll be fine to get home, I'll just have to fly a little slower and not go through the tunnel again. It takes a lot of energy to fly through there safely." </span>She nodded and let out a sigh.<span style="color: #ffa64d"> "Okay, but I'm hunting when we get home. You can have Arlokk and Jim move everything around."</span><br/><br/>The boy appeared to be half Draenei and frowned up at his teacher when he was summoned in, but even in the current atmosphere Order could feel the man swell with pride just seeing his son standing before him. "I wode the family wolf and fell off of it when I was towd not to. Mommy fixed my arm and I towd the other kids I was pwacticing fighting with my pappa."<span style="color: #59b300">"But me been to your class before, they knows I don't fight nobody. I ams a shaman, I heal people." </span>"I know pappa, but they were laughing at me. Mommy couldn't fix my arm before she got sick."<span style="color: #59b300">"And why you not tell me?" </span>"You would have gotten mad at me." Delithia was still glaring daggers at the Orc but was slowly calming down.<br/><br/>A Draenei woman was sitting at her kitchen table, her skin pale and hands shaky as she tried to feed herself what looked like roughly chopped fruits and vegetables. Countless medicinal herbs and ointments littered the table and most of the counter space in the tiny house though clearly none had any effect on the disease ravaging the woman's body.<span style="color: #ffff4d">"Who are you? Grim always sends new doctors... priests... anyone who thinks they can help."</span>She let out a hacking cough and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff4d"> "There's nothing that can be done for me, the Light has left me to perish... but I've made my peace. My son is strong like his father and proud, I couldn't ask for any more."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>