<span style="color: #666600">"And is learning about all of that worth the cost? I accept you for who you are, faults and all, Yes, the mortals are important to me but I would never ask someone to change who they are for my sake." </span>She let out a quiet sigh and shook her head.<span style="color: #666600">"Do whatever you want, if you want to live as a mortal do it because you want to. Not because you think it's something I desire."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4d4dff">"Yeeup. Nail, Spite, and Red. Nail's a bitch and nobody likes her. Spite doesn't talk much but when she does she seems friendly enough. And I'm pretty sure Red would misplace her own head if it wasn't attached to her body, her mind is clearly not where her body is. Nail and Spite rarely leave Miriam's side, she's so big she struggles to stand on her own but she's clearly quite content with her spot in life. Ain't seen a green yet, Miriam mentioned something about a succubus though."</span>Meredith started to jot down notes and looked back up at Ashia.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Well you're a dragon, a fairly young one from what I gather. That you have all this." </span>She motioned around the village with the end of her quill.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Shows you're already better than most old men in their castles and shit... Used to work in the Stockades 'til the riots broke out. Lost my leg to infection from some rusty weapons. Couldn't afford treatment and found myself in the sewers with the rest of the city's trash... mostly 'cause I tripped and fell into the canal. Well, I'll get this list filled out properly but in the mean time we need food. Any kind of grains, meat, fish, fruits... you get the idea. I'll wrangle some of the women and get them to help me dry it out to preserve it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>