<span style="color: #ff0000">"Leena, you the state of this better than anyone else. Abby and I own a two bedroom house on the other side of Murder Row. I haven't been able to afford anything nice since I got put out of a job by some... fucking prodigy of a human from the temple who up and vanished one day. That woman never even showed up to work, I got fired for someone who never even showed up. And when I went to get my job back? They just didn't need me any more. I'm no farm boy, I'm a proper black smith." </span>He laughed heartily and shook his head.<span style="color: #ff0000">"You'll be in for a nasty surprise if you try putting her in a dress. She'll kick your ass from one side of the city to the other, I know because she shaved my balls when I tried to press her on it for our wedding. With paper and wax. I think I can agree to the rest of that though." </span>Nyarien let out another hiss and nodded.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Fine, it'sss your call. But you're cleaning up any messesss they make."</span>He rolled his eyes and headed for the stairs.<span style="color: #00b300">"I should make you clean me up. But tomorrow I'll need to go in and put in my resignations. Gentlemen? Don't let this accent fool you, I'm a right and proper feral beast."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>