<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Everyone misses their matriarch from time to time. I'm told it's natural. Good luck, she keeps her past under lock and key. Even Nail and I just get strange looks when we ask her about what she did before she got us." </span>She nodded and cringed at the town.<span style="color: #4da6ff"> "This place smells horrible. The farms are South, these... wretches are worse than I thought they'd be."</span><br/><br/>"Good, she needs to be found and supported right now. She could have come out and said something to me, I had completely forgotten about her. You know how hectic life can be around here. But since you've taken care of her I guess that's one less thing I need to worry about. What kind of trouble are you planning on getting into today?"<br/><br/>Jim looked to Britomart and shrugged. "I can't tell you what to do with your body. But can you continue on living with us here as you are? There's never going to be another war nor will there ever be any major conflict for you to get involved in, Order won't allow it. If you can't life without conflict then maybe you should give her a chance. But it's your choice."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>