<span style="color: Red">"Calm?" </span>The voice coming from under the hood was cold and hollow, laced with malice as the warlock didn't even look at Rachel.<span style="color: Red"> "Why wouldn't I be calm? My memories have been fucked with, my demonic side is fighting with everything to get out, and my head is pounding. I'm just... fine. What could those holier-than-thou morons do for me? Their holy powers would probably just make me feel worse..."</span>The more she walked the more she limped until she stumbled and nearly fell over.<span style="color: Red">"And my leg hurts... but nothing a health stone can't fix."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>