Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gli'jar" data-source="post: 3038932" data-attributes="member: 36562">"Aye..." Before Terrathoin can finish his comment he falters, looses his balance and with a loud thud, finds himself on the floor, "By Moradins hammer, I will sleep on the floor."  He rights himself and looks about the room.  "The lass is right.   Given a moon ago some of us would have considered each other enemies.  As part of survival I looked past my own prejudices and agreed to work with you.  I learned that we are no different.  Sure I am akin to a buffalo and Mir here a reed, but we bleed all the same, we want for the same."  He then turns and addresses Drota directly, "You are a mother of many strong children.  By your own word you have experienced hardships, you are a protector and healer.  We will come to rely on you..."   Terrathoin is working himself up into a froth, emotion showing forth, spittle flying as he rapidly speaks his tongue carrying forward his thoughts before the foot to mouth filters kick in "...we need your strength of will, your healing touch and protection.  We will need someone to care for us. We need a mother figure."He stops, an embarrassed expression worn on his face which he quickly wipes clear as he rubs away the spittle. He catches his breath and looks around the room. "Must have been breakfast, all these exotic ales, got me all worked up.  Don't know up from down."  </blockquote>