"There- there's so many to choose from. You made all of these but never had anyone to wear them for you?" She slowly wandered around the workshop and picked up a simple gold chain. "I like this one."<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"I expected better of you because I hold you and Ophidian in high regard. The same you hold me to. Yeah, you lost your life, but you're still a damn good woman." </span>She sighed softly.<span style="color: #b30000"> "Fine, it was a break in communication but now there's also a break in someone's neck. She sent two women to their deaths, these actions will fall within Order's sense of justice. If your Ophidian, or you, killed any of my servants for doing their jobs there would be problems. I don't want problems, you don't want problems, so let's not worry about the details of what your island is built on top of. I'm glad you understand. I give this people their sight, hearing, limbs, I can even suppress their neurological disorders. And what do I ask in return? The occasional message runner, maintaining one of seven islands I own, literally living on tropical islands and occasionally taking notes. And shit like this still goes on behind my back. Her sense of honor will demand that she apologizes, but I'll talk to her about it and see that this never happens again."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>