Ras nodded to Sellendra and headed for the door. "Normally I don't condone violence against my favorite brewers but Dark Iron ale is terrible, I'll just... turn a blind eye to you getting your revenge." He looked over at Sarevess and shook his head. "You're still alive, which means my mother has forgiven you. If she forgives you then I do too, I'd much rather be friends with you again than pull you in two. Now if you'll excuse me I have a Dwarf to hunt down."<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"You might be able to fix my parts but that doesn't mean my body will be any more willing to accept them."</span>She let out a muffled whimper of pain and crumpled over her workbench, one one connected arm scrambling for an unarmored chest piece which she weakly attached to herself then bolted in place, the sound of motors whirring in her chest as she stood back up.<span style="color: blue">"Again, if you tell anyone about my condition, what I told you, there will be issues between us. The people think I'm perfectly fine, not even my son knows, and I intend to keep it that way for as long as possible."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>