<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"I... I guess you have a point. But none of them were ripping people from other timelines. Alright, you've made your point. Order has done anything yet, but unlike the mortals you mentioned, we can't fight gods. We could have fought and killed the leaders of the Scourge. I can handle all of that, I always thought Humans were more resourceful than that, but I'll do it."</span><br/><br/>"Then we should go for a day on the beach sometime. I don't know when but I'd have to plan it around Ibara's meals so I could give you my undivided attention. I think I should be the one to judge how good you look in a bathing suit and oiled up, and I would have to be the one to oil you up of course. Maybe I'll use the shoreline behind the winery to make into our own personal beach vacation spot. What do you think?"<br/><br/>Mischa looked down at the unit and lowered her head to bow to it.<span style="color: #4da6ff"> "I would like to be freed. Master has always been kind despite our link and I will forever grateful for his treatment of me, but I wish to be free and enjoy my life." </span>She looked to Ashia and smiled softly.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Thank you, Ashia. I have always proud of my appearance."</span>With a flash she transformed into a High Elf with hair and eyes the color of her scales.<span style="color: #4da6ff"> "Ah... to breathe and feel the air again."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>