<span style="color: #666600">"Ibara is away while I decide what to do with her. Your temple was an eyesore and you did nothing for the people who needed help. Only the ones able to crawl to your door and beg. You've all been given the ability to teleport freely around Silvermoon's lands, simply imagine where you wish to be and you'll be there. You're also all capable of healing the deepest wounds and worst of infections. If someone is in dire need of assistance, you'll know. But if you truly wish to have another temple to congregate I can accommodate that, but you all have homes, no?"</span><br/><br/>Jim grinned and kissed her forehead in return. "I don't want to spoil you, you might get greedy with my love." He gave her a squeeze and sighed happily. "I love you, and I feel so blessed to have you."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b359">"Every bit as petty as us mortals. Makes ye seem more personable knowin' ye aren't flawless and godlike as ye claim." </span>He rolled his eyes and took another drink.<span style="color: #00b359">"A weight on tha end of a stick. Fer bashin' heads and crushin' armor. I want somethin' that says 'I serve Order and kick ass in her name.' Ye can't just call someone a Justicar without properly equippin' too! Needs to look tha part."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>