<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Whatever, you understand my meaning. I live because my Mistress wills it, and I will die permanently when she wills it. I serve and protect her because failing to do so means my end. It's selfish but it's fact. But I would defend her and care for her just as you would, because she is more than just my mistress, she is my friend and like family to me. So know your suffering is shared because it makes me as well knowing that I can't do anything for her."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"After a few drinks you'll think of me as nothing more than just a bad dream and hallucination. I have no family or name, I'm just a person waiting to die."</span>She took the stew and nodded in thanks but ignore the spoon as she sipped at the broth with no reaction to the spice.<span style="color: #ff0000">"The other one is one of two extremes, but she is the... original. A scared little girl who just wanted to be a priestess and help people. A little girl who ventured out in the jungles of Stranglethorn to see animals. A girl who thought she could help an injured man... who later turned out to be a pirate. Consider yourself luck the third one has taken no interest in you." </span>She looked up from her soup.<span style="color: #ff0000">"She would rather kill you than accept your gifts."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>