<span style="color: #ffff00">"would you like me to call an assistant model for you to discuss this with? we are straining my communication capabilities. i was only ever meant to turn people away or monitor their authorized actions. go visit the city if you wish, it is beyond my domain and concern."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4d4d">"i don't even know what it means to be happy and i don't think i am capable of being truly happy."</span><br/><br/>after the second alert of Scourge Ashia had gentle excused herself to check on what she assumed would be a false alarm. she scowled when she appeared neared the undead Dragon and then walked over with her arms crossed.<span style="color: #404040">"what are you doing here? i told Rachel to keep all of her undead stuff away from the village. shoo, go back home before you frighten anyone else."</span>she pointed in the direction of Rachel's home, her tone obviously only mildly annoyed.<span style="color: #404040">"go on." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>