<span style="color: #a64dff">"you can't help people that don't want to be helped. the Humans don't want a fair government in Stormwind, they want to be the corrupt shitbag at the top. you can't change that by being a decent business owner. their entire society has to change from within because they decide they want things to be different... i am a priestess, but i am ancient. i watched my own society decay over time, slowly becoming more and more corrupt and desperate each time we had to flee. i met a lot of other cultures on the planets we visited. it's always the same."</span>she shook her head and poured herself another glass of wine.<span style="color: #a64dff">"i don't want to help the mortals. i want to help these mortals and i am helping them despite Vyre's threats. i don't want a partner. i don't even really want friends but i have some right here despite myself." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4d4d">"good because it's not nonsensical. unlike you i only get one body and if it gets mangled I'm just fucked. sure, show me what else you have built, i don't know what the rest of these buildings are so i can't specify. the only definition i have for drive would be like drive a nail in with a hammer so i don't know what you mean." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>