Empress watched Ashia for a few moments with a look of contempt then nodded to Frank.<span style="color: #336600">"If you need any more changes you may call on me at any time, I will be more discreet in my visitations from now on. If Order cannot come."</span>She bowed her head to him and turned to walk away, disappearing midstep without a trace.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Well she seems pleasant. A little distant and not comfortable talking to people, but pleasant. Well shall I take the kids home so we can explore these changes, Frank? Ashia do you want to keep those two or should I take them back to the caverns?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"Well you're, what, clearly not Zandalari so I can see all of those descriptions fitting you but Ras has kept you around so that earns you points in my book. Of course he also sent you to me so he either thought you could help me or he figured I would kill you. Maybe he was gambling on your life?" </span>She snorted and tried to prop herself up on one arm but it buckled under her weight.<span style="color: #a64dff">"There's no healing you can do for me. As long as my weapon exists I can never die and I'll always heal, touching it just speeds up the process... And as long as I exist my weapon will exist. I'll outlive your entire bloodline, I'll outlive Ras, I'll watch my children wither and die, and in a million years from now I'll probably be the last person alive on this miserable planet and there will be nothing I can do about it. It's a fun thought."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>