Nyarien looked to Naori and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Do you not volunteer at the orphanage? You work around unwanted children, and felt the need to make more knowing how Leena feels about them. But there's no ussse dwelling in the past. You've made your bed now you have to lie in it." </span>She shook her head and looked between them.<span style="color: #ff0000">"And what? You want me to just up and leave thessse three and just hope you don't decccide to hate my son too? You're leaving Naori after how many years and I'm supposed to hope that you don't suddenly decide to change what is and isn't okay with you?"</span>She snorted and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "You want to spend your life with me as long as it'sss convenient for your needs, you mean." </span>Abby moved to pick up Naori and held her tight.<br/><br/><span style="color: #59b300">"Yer jus' makin' things overly complicated now. Just accept that yer askin' people ta kill others in yer name. Be honest and upfront about it, what yer askin' is far too much for the average mortal, ye need exceptional people for this task so keep yer standards where they are."</span><br/><br/>Arlokk nodded and backed away. "Alright, I trust your judgement. I'll go clean the kitchen, call me if anything changes and I'll come running."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>