Jim turned around and shook his head. "There is no secrecy. It's... Look. I am the son of a prisoner of war. I was born in the kingdom of Strom, I am older than Lordaeron. When I was of age I learned to fight, I battled the Trolls of Zul'Aman and aided the Quel'dorei. I became a knight of Strom and now the castle is technically mine since everyone else is dead. I died in Quel'thalas after being stabbed by a jealous husband who thought his wife was having an affair with me so Arthas got his hands on my soul fairly early and Sylvanas freed me." He glared at Erin who cowered slightly. "Is that what you wanted to hear? Do you feel triumphant now that I've told Britomart about something she has repeatedly said doesn't matter to her?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"My mother was always as you describe, just not violent. She was never violent. Cold and uncaring or hot tempered but she used her words to cut somebody down, not her hands." </span>She nodded and laced her fingers with Leena's.<span style="color: #ff0000">"I don't care about Ibara or want to get involved with her emotionally. I just wamt your dream to live on. But for now I will just focus on giving you the best life I can."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>