<span style="color: #666600">"Your memories, your life, your... everything. Everything that makes you who are you, you would give that up and start fresh?"</span>She paused for a moment then nodded.<span style="color: #666600"> "Maybe a fresh start is in order. No matter you do, what you have done, or what's been done to you. I know the woman I loved all those years ago still exists and I'll always be waiting for her to come back to me."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4d4dff">"I know, they're Miriam's handmaids. Red is completely lost in this world, I assume her... transformation didn't go smoothly then? Everything seems to surprise her, including her own tail at times. We've had our medical 'professionals' look at Miriam, by all rights she should be dead. She's missing organs and... well, her body is just weird. But I'm no doctor. The ones who are say that there's nothing that's cause for immediate alarm."</span>Meredith shrugged and returned to her list.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> "Luck is meeting a goddess. This? This is a sign of care and compassion. For a dragon, you've got my approval." </span>By time Ashia finished teleporting all of the goods a woman came screaming to her side, out of breath and red faced. "Horde. There's a Horde here."<span style="color: #4d4dff">"A Horde?"</span>"Yes! A Horde!"<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Like, a single Horde?"</span>"What? Yes, there is a Horde here!" Meredith frowned and looked in the direction the woman came from. When Ashia went to investigate she'd find a single Taunka woman clad in thick leathers and carrying a massive battleaxe slowly removing one glove while a human woman pelted her with a flurry of blows and expletives. With her glove off she back handed the woman and then pressed a large finger to her lips to shush her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>