Order frowned faintly and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "why go to a place you will hate when i can snap my fingers and make something to your specifications wherever you would like on Azeroth?"</span><br/><br/>Order nodded with a faint smirk.<span style="color: #ffff00">"there is no magic you could do that i wouldn't immediately recognize."</span>she looked at the arm and nodded.<span style="color: #ffff00">"I'm sure she would find it fascinating. no, you could just have it with you when she visits the shop, if she asks why you have it tell the truth, some winged woman named Order offered to replace your arm so now you don't need it. it's the truth and its hardly strange, i currently have twelve copies of this body roaming your world doing things just like that." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>