<span style="color: #666600">“Have I thrown you down a flight of stairs? No. I’m also taller and older than he is.” </span>He nodded and folded his arms.<span style="color: #666600">“Yes. The Loa and Elune destroyed your daughter, they killed her child, they stole her power, and they made her think Ras looked down on her for losing the child. If they had left her alone she would have a happy and healthy son, a good relationship with Ras, and Silvermoon would be a functional world power worthy of respect. Vyre never would have come into the picture if the gods left your daughter alone. Ibara was nothing but a brittle husk when Vyre became involved with her.” </span>He motioned around them.<span style="color: #666600">“Well you’re a racist, paranoid, bitter, angry old hag who keeps a human around who probably isn’t smart enough to write his own name and you live in Stormwind. So I figured you might like having a small plot of land to yourself where you can live in isolation with your boyfriend without having to suffer the presence of the other races. But if that doesn’t interest you she’s already prepared a room for you from what I understand, even though she knew you would never tolerate her long enough to stick around. I don’t have any hopes for your visit and I’ll pay you for your time all the same regardless of the outcome. But I care about your daughter more than you’ll give me credit for and I’ll try anything to help her.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>