<span style="color: #336600">“I didn’t ask if I could take Delithia. This is a problem that needs to be resolved and like you said, neither of us have the social skills to fix it. But Delithia has done a lot of good for you, she can help with them too. Give her a legacy to leave behind, one to be proud of.”</span>She frowned and winced when Order connected to her.<span style="color: #336600">“I see, I’m sorry.”</span><br/><br/>Lonnie nodded the the guard and followed him in, frowning deeply as he looked around the house.<span style="color: #b3b300"> “So much stolen from the citizens… I wish I could burn it all down.”</span>When they were alone Lonnie’s hammer reappeared in its sling and he folded his arms.<span style="color: #b3b300">“Order made you seem like a sympathetic character, but seein’ all this excess… Name’s Lonnie, and you’re the dragonling Salterria. I’m not here to attack you or hurt you, or chase you out. Even if I hate what I see here. Order asked that I come meet you and maybe we can come to an arrangement to end your habit of robbing my citizens.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>