Ibara broke and started bawling as Ras touched her and then she clung to him tightly without even thinking, her whol body shuddering violently.<span style="color: darkorange">"they dont know anything about her..."</span><span style="color: cyan">"i do. she helped Azshara take and keep dozens of women against their will to be used for the Empress' entertainment. she stayed loyal to her for ten thousand years. you cant throw off that much loyalty and she cant tell me she wasnt loyal to her, its not hard for a single Naga to leave Nazjatar alone. even one as old as her can get away without answering a single question. in fact in a position like her's no one would dare question her when she was leaving, you dont argue with someone working directly for Azshara unless you have a serious death wish. and now she conveniantly shows up where your wandering around in need? i dont trust her. i dont trust Azshara and i wont risk her trying to use you to start her offensive on the surface. you do realize that Blood Elves are the one race of people the Naga consider possible allies right?"</span>Ibara only cried louder as she listened to Saravess' unrepentant voice and then pressed her face into Ras' neck.<br/><br/>Jazrine returned the kiss and squeezed Saroha tightly.<span style="color: darkslateblue"> "thank you my love."</span>she blushed and then giggled quietly, shaking her head.<span style="color: darkslateblue"> "im glad to hear that my dear. now, its breakfast time i do believe."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>