The other Gnomes were already busy working and ignored Briomart completely, the Blacksmith growling angrily and turning to work.<span style="color: Red"> "Ye'd be wise to not show yer face 'round this camp again Lass, I'm already tired of ye."</span><br/><br/>The Night Elves looked at Britomart for a moment before continuing their conversation in Darnassian. Jim ran over to Britomart and smiled. "The cannoneers have been dealt with, but there's a reason they haven't been firing at the Vyrkul, their camp is filled with prisoners and uh... well they've got some of our men impaled on spears outside their village, alive." The two Night Elves looked over at Jim and smiled, one of them giving him a quick salute.<span style="color: Blue"> "Finally someone who hasn't let their title get to their head. I'm waiting for the gryphons to be delivered so I can set up flight paths and I'm only here because I wasn't going to leave my sister alone with Humans alone."</span>Jim nodded and smiled. "That's just fine, just stay out the way until they get here please."<span style="color: Indigo">"We have been, this dyke looking bitch came up here trying to start shit like the typical Human."</span>"That's my wife and I don't appreciate you talking about her like that." The second Elf shrugged and looked to Britomart.<span style="color: DarkRed"> "Then you should beat some sense into her, any decent husband would die before letting his woman act like this in public."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>