"I'll worry no matter what you say, but I'll try to keep that in mind when she wakes up and I feed her." She nodded and motioned Sellendra over.<span style="color: #ff8000">"Come hold your son so I can hug you. If he fires you to bring in an Elf you take your ass to the Temple and complain, that's discrimination and there's no way that would be acceptable. It's fine Sarevess, both of you are fine. I don't think any of us ever expected to get the boy back, I definitely didn't, so I never do anything to prepare myself for him."</span><br/><br/>After Tyrande and Morah were treated to a feast of the best foods available in the world, a servant approached the druid and bowed to her. "The Matron wishes to know if she has permission to return. Another servant refilled Tyrande's glass of wine and smiled to her, an older Trollish woman who wore scars of many battles and wars.<span style="color: #9999ff">"Would ya' like somethin' sweet ta snack on, or should I be showin' ya to your rooms now, igh Priestess?" </span>Unlike the other servants, this one wore a pair of shorts showing off her completely mechanical legs and a simple white shirt with a badge signifying her as an employee of Nalo.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>