"And like Orcs they can be perfectly reasonable or hateful, scared monsters. And are you forgetting that Sahra is a human? She's eh... mostly... normal. Kinda. And I would be willing to let you drink again since now I know I don't need to worry about your body, but at the time I thought you needed to be disciplined for doing something dangerous." He shrugged a bit and headed into the tent, holding the flap open for her. "The Tauren aren't a cruel race, but some animals can be harder to bring down than others. Usually- well, I'll spare you the details." Inside the massive tent several more stalls were set up with skinned animals and large hunks of meat hanging from hook. "It's not pretty, but this is where out meat comes from. If you want to leave let me know and I'll walk you out so we can get other things instead."<br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"Nope, I'll punish you for changing me back later. I spent hours on that form just for you to go and take it away from me... consider yourself lucky I'm not in a good mood. Just try not to break the world, okay? I'll trust you, even if I have my doubts."</span><br/><br/>Jemma looked at the baskets before kicking one out to the sea.<span style="color: #b300b3">"We gonna do it by hand, going to spend time gatherin' grass ta weave. Make the pigments to color the basket. Going to do it all, de right way, like how I've taught hundreds before you an' will teach hundreds after you. You are weak and lazy from lack of real work, you rely on power and it has disconnected you from life."</span>She poked Order's chest and stared into her eyes.<span style="color: #b300b3">"Better find yaself in a comfortable body, 'cause we got a lot a work ahead of us. Ain't never let my goddess down before and I ain't about to start now."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>