“Nearly thirty? Brother, that’s when responsible people should even consider having children. I’m going bring it up with Sylavandra and I’ll report back on how many teeth she knocks loose when she slaps me. Alright, I get it. I’ll talk to Order about some talismans and then I’ll talk to my brother and sit down with Jasmine.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">“Roughly seven percent of the new Silvermoon would be occupied with the current population. But I can fill the rest with disposable constructs and remove them as needed. I’m far more versed in mechanical engineering and design than any more, especially- hm, I think that would be rude to say. Fine, you can talk to them.”</span>When Jasmine looked back at Animus she was holding a pad and getting ready to summon in the farm.<span style="color: #9999ff"> “No- no… that was… I don’t like magic. No more magic please, just give me a map and I’ll walk back to Mister Ras’ house.”</span><span style="color: #ff0000">“That would not be ideal, we’re seventy miles away from where we left.” </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>