<span style="color: olive">"There's no point, Elune made me so many enemies while trying to help me I'd just be better off moving to another part of the city. I set up there because it was cheap and I didn't have very much gold, unlike Ras I'm not swimming in gold and even getting here from Stranglethorn was an expensive headache. Can't say I'm too surprised by that, Elves either love to talk about their past or get very hostile when it's brought up."</span>She nodded once and summoned a chair to sit beside Ashia.<span style="color: olive">"This is just a temple, there's a whole city below us. These halls once used to be full of men and women singing my name in praise, now? Just an empty shell of a long dead empire with a few dozen spirits wandering around. I was technically the protector of mothers and their children, but I wasn't above helping men if they needed it." </span>The goddess traced the spells with one claw and murmured to herself in her native tongue.<span style="color: olive">"This isn't as bad as I was expecting. Don't get me wrong, it's pretty bad and we'll be here a while, but I can straighten you out completely. I may even be able to restore functionality to your wings so you can fly properly. Seems as though a lot of power is being routed through them for some unknown reason." </span>With a soft sigh she set to work untangling the spells but Ashia would only feel the light scraping of nails on her scales and the occasional muscle spasm rather than the crippling pain she expected.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>