<span style="color: #336600">"I wonder how much of what she says is true and not forcibly etched into her memory and thoughts. Being... her, more or less, I can access her vault and what she holds is very troubling." </span>She accept the information and started to cross reference it with what she knew and frowned.<span style="color: #336600"> "I didn't have any of that information. Strange."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b3b300">"I will try talking to Jasmine again, but using the information you've given me to tailor my approach to her. Maybe I can find a medium between being an asshole and being... not an asshole to her. If I get her in anything racy I'll share some images with you as a way of thanks." </span>He offered her a smile and shook his head.<span style="color: #b3b300">"I survived befriending your daughter and I survived her murdering my friends, family, and children. Ibara is a problem I am ready to take on, and doing so will give me an easier time with my winery. Which you and Amere are invited to visit once you can enjoy such things again."</span>"Just them? And not me?"<span style="color: #b3b300">"I figured you would come along like a guard dog anyways, making sure I don't try to steal your women." </span>The native Ras growled while the Timelost gave him the same smug smirk that the native Ras usually had when he was being an asshole.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>