<span style="color: purple">"Knew her. I'm seven years older than she is. I was purchased from a foster home and raised to be her bodyguard. She was like a sister to me even if I was just a tool to her. She was the only family I knew which... is why I couldn't kill her to stop her madness." </span>She shook her head and let out a quiet sigh.<span style="color: purple">"My soul... what remains of it, anyways, is just fine. I just wanted some company while I thought about what I was going to do with my pet. Getting laid wouldn't be too bad, but there's a few reasons why I'm not actively looking for it." </span>She shrugged and looked at the staff as it light up then to the man.<span style="color: purple">"I didn't come up with it, you can thank the humans and their language. Is he going to be trouble? I've beaten down my fair share of angry patrons, and I don't mind tossing out a few more if they're going to interrupt my night."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>