<span style="color: #ff8000">"When you put it like that, sure, but you're... well you're pretty simple too, you're a huntress and you live simply. I've never lived like that and now I have three mouths to keep fed, I need food readily available at all times. Especially when I have visitors show up out of nowhere. Elves are just painfully stubborn, machines like these would be great for saving food and let them sell more at a store. I'm half tempted to show them off to the Temple to see what they think about them. Imagine being able to go into a butcher's shop and seeing the walls just lined with cuts all kept cold so you could take it home to slice and cook right away."</span><br/><br/>Vyre's eyes lost their glow then their focus and started to roll around in her head as the corruption decreased to a slow drip. Vyre raised one hand and punched Inaara square in the jaw before falling onto her side and into the puddle.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "I want you to leave my home... you're not welcome here anymore."</span>The corruption began to bubble and pop as if it was boiling before it dried up and blew away into nothingness. Blood began to leak from Vyre's head to replace the corruption, while still carrying some taint the Elf's silvery blood was now mostly purified as she cried softly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>