Ras grumbled quietly and took another deep drink. “She doesn’t want to love anyone because she doesn’t think she’s worth loving. I’m sure there’s a lot more to it than that but that’s what she’s told me so far. And our incompatibility is… she’s very extreme, she likes the bruises, hot wax play, even minor blood if she’s feeling it. She wants whips and chains, to be treated like a cheap whore. I am far more reserved than her. I’m no prude but I also don’t want to leave marks on my partner or hurt them.” He leaned back and shook his head. “Yeah, yeah. I know.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">“We will discuss the matter of the rotting heart of the city later. But you don’t get much work because there’s very little you can do outside of talking to people for me.”</span>She shrugged and nodded.<span style="color: #ff0000">“He will hurt someone and earn Order’s attention soon enough, but I suppose you’re right. Get rid of the demon beast and I can transport us to the land.”</span>A large vehicle that looked like one of her trams but on wheels rolled out of a portal and a ramp dropped down.<span style="color: #ff0000">“Perhaps you can tell our farmer friend here more about those farming machines Order plans to employ here. This won’t be a terribly fast trip.” </span>She walked up the ramp into the vehicle and sat down.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>