"Don't worry, it's mostly a place for new would-be adventures looking to go out and start their legacies. At most there might be a duel between two hot-headed idiots but for the most part we should be left alone and if anyone tries to give me trouble for having a purple skinned daughter I'll deal with them. It's very easy to make someone go missing in the Barrens and most people aren't willing to mouth off at the risk of find themselves at the wrong end of a blade."<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"Then I put my fate in your perverted and beautiful hands, I look forward to seeing what kind of cruel and delicious things you cook up for me." </span>She shook her head and sighed.<span style="color: purple"> "I haven't, and now that I'm having to control myself I'm beginning to feel overloaded with lust to the point where it's effecting my mood in a negative way. I know, the idea was to get her embarrassed not enjoy it and have it backfire on me."</span>Elerona headed for the door and shook her head again.<span style="color: purple">"It's not the same, the risk and chance of leaving a woman pregnant is what makes it so great. It's why I'll never get tired of Mistress... or tell her why she isn't pregnant yet. I shouldn't be gone too long though, if Claire says no I'll probably just settle for a quickie to take the edge off."</span><br/><br/>Inside Sahra's mind the priestess would barely be able to hear herself think, Sahra's mind like a massive blacksmith workshop filled with countless anvils being worked by just as many hammers. A massive forge loomed over the priestess and lit the area, Sahra working at her own anvil beneath the flames.<span style="color: blue"> "I felt her die... her essence ripped from my body... The pain was... the pain was unbearable."</span>The flames exploded violently behind her as she struck her anvil again.<span style="color: blue">"But... no, I can't go back to the world without her... without..."</span>The human paused and looked up from her work and Susan would notice the condition of her mind suddenly growing considerably worse.<span style="color: blue"> "The woman who took my child, the Forsaken monster who took her, tortured her, turned her into what she is today... lives freely and happily. And I was denied my vengeance, my daughter unable to see her tormentor punished... I guess you won't tell me who killed my mate's body, then? You'll leave me to suffer alone too? Just tell me everything will be okay? Expect me to sit around just wait while my lover's murder gets away?" </span>Her voice rang out louder with every word, the forge billowing out smoke and flame as if it was alive and mirroring the smith's rage.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>