<span style="color: #666600">“Ah, well magic and science usually aren’t the best of friends. Science debunks a lot of what’s considered to be magic, and the Kirin Tor don’t like it when their parlor tricks are disproved. But don't worry, Animus is a machine, her reach expands beyond this world. If she wants to talk to you she will. And now that she's no doubt overheard our conversation it's s safe bet that you'll be contacted in the near future." </span>Ras nodded with a small smile as he listened.<span style="color: #666600">"Alright, yeah, I guess that's all reasonable. My tusks frighten you? Well I can't make you stop being scared of them but I can do this." </span>He reached up and popped his tusks out then handed them to the Vincent and Sylavandra puppets which began to sword fight with them.<span style="color: #666600"> "I got three silver that she kicks his butt. Winner is the one is less pieces when we get back." </span>He stood up and carefully stepped around two fighting puppets.<span style="color: #666600">"And I will absolutely bash your relationship. You yourself said she doesn't love you, which means you're just a mana battery for her addiction and you seem like a decent guy who could land a real sweetheart if he tried. Or, you know, you could just get drunk and come back here and fuck her brains out. I'm really not one to talk though, after I got married I never made a single friend again and then had the few from before my marriage would turn on me and eventually kill my wife and children... so, yeah. Hey, beer? Beer. Since you don't want any nonconsensual teleporting just use me as a teleportation beacon and join me in the bar." </span>Ras' energy flared so brightly that even magic attuned people outside of the city would sense him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>