The'kal sparked dangerously when she was grabbed.<span style="color: #666600">"If I make you you'll what?" </span>She lifted Order up and slammed her into the ground.<span style="color: #666600">"Enough. Then do it. Save those people. I'll worry about sorting through the ones that consort with demons. If you're willing to act on your own to save mortals your- our kind have doomed to die a slow and violent death then there will be no more doubt in my mind. Use Flora and Scholar to ensure the moon is safe for mortals."</span><br/><br/>Melanie ignored Ashia for a moment and walked around her, looking her over completely.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Wouldn't be the first time." </span>She looked back at Ashia and smiled a bit.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Roderick. War criminal, rapist, murderer. He was harassing that old man... Sunny, I think?"</span>The warlock rolled her eyes and folded her arms.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Really? Because I'm pretty sure there's a smaller, angrier looking version of you. A blue one, and a green one that set off a mana bomb in my living room."</span>No scents clung to the warlock while Ashia was nearly gagged by the scent of demonic energies from the mummified Elf in the shadows.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "Kill for money? Hardly, if I needed someone killed I have enough connections to make almost anyone disappear." </span>The warlock's expression turned to a grin.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "And what about the gold from people who made their fortunes profiting on those the death and suffering of others? I know who you are, Ashia. I know you get a mighty boner for justice. I'll consider you interested. My parents are... wealthy. Very, very wealthy. But they're war mongers. War isn't my style, I prefer to work from the shadows. My brother and I were set to get all of their wealth should either of us have a child. Thanks to my brother and some bullshit Troll mojo I cannot carry a child. Thanks to you the bastard is dead. However I still need an offspring.</span>" She grabbed the Elf and threw her at Ashia.<span style="color: #a64dff">"You would knock up my assistant here. I would claim the child as my own. I get the money, which then goes to you... along with a list of some very, very bad people. Sex, money, and vengeance. What's not to like?" </span>The Elf looked into Ashia's eyes without flinching.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Don't mind the bandages. Her body is mostly good, she just hides her scars." </span>Without a sound she backed up and shrugged off her cloak. Aside from her one visible eye, every inch of the Elf was covered in thick bandages that hide every detail except for her apparent lack of ears.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Her injuries keep her from... normal reproduction. After your little show in the fountain I knew you'd be useful."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>