<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Was he not a Human king in life? He was your king who came to my people, rose them from their eternal slumber, and trapped them into his service." </span>The'kal leaned on one hand with an amused smile as she looked between Selma and Gears. The ancient woman ignored the rest of the bar as she focused on Gears.<span style="color: #666600">"What's wrong, Gears? Look at her curves, she's like a taller Dwarven woman, surely you want to get to know her better?"</span>The Vrykul snorted at her goddess before looking at Alkas and slowly taking a knee to be slightly more eye level with him.<span style="color: #4da6ff"> "A child of Mimiron."</span><span style="color: #666600">"You're in a city of them and Dwarves, most of them don't know their origin."</span>She thanked the waiter and The'kal added more coins to the sack of tips already waiting for him. Selma took one of the mugs and sipped at it slowly before frowning.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Mortals and their cold drinks..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>