<span style="color: #0059b3">“I doubt he even recognizes you. Nobody here is really paying attention to you, I’m the center of what little attention we’re getting.”</span>She shook her head and let out a puff of smoke.<span style="color: #0059b3">“They’re not being judged for the color of their scales, they’re being judged by the nature of their existence.”</span>The whelping returned and took on his mortal disguise again, then bowed to Mischa again.<span style="color: #ffcc99">“Your request has been declined. They don’t believe that there is any threat of Infinite involvement in this world and that the winged demon, Order, would have slaughtered them already. But if you can bring the Infinites here to prove your claims then the decision will be reconsidered.” </span>Mischa growled low and rubbed her face.<span style="color: #0059b3">“Fine. Fine. I’ll drag them here.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>