<span style="color: #a64dff">"my name is Inaara and i am twenty-thousand years old and quite possibly the most powerful shadow Priestess on Azeroth, mind reader extraordinaire and current resident of this house."</span><span style="color: #404040">"she lives here, she reads minds and she has about as much tact a drunken Dwarf."</span>Inaara turned to shadow and Miriam's hand passed right through her and the Draenei was smirking when she returned to solid form.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "yes, she really thinks she is your slave and she really didn't want to have sex with Ashia but since she thinks herself a slave you giving her a choice didn't really matter."</span>Frank jumped a little at the sight of the portal before he went about quickly clearing up the remains of the old furniture, kicking the bits out of the way.<span style="color: #a64dff">"i would have healed her before she left but you sent her away."</span>Ashia took the table to hold while Frank cleaned up while Inaara walked over to Emily and motioned her to lean down so she could set the bones properly and then started healing her. "<span style="color: #a64dff">you won't believe me but i am sorry that my encouragement caused you to be injured. however, i asked your question, you are not a slave, you are a free woman and she thinks of you as her daughter more then anything."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>