<span style="color: red">"This is the only planet I know. I was created in a lab and sold to a wretched old hag in Silvermoon so I'll take your word for it. I've seen great souls and twisted alike in my time working in Silvermoon. No one race could ever follow such ideas, no one race can follow its own laws. You'll have to be my mentor, I was created to be a worker, not a thinker. Ras is a murderer, a savior, a demon, and a friend all in one mismatched body. You'll never hear anything good about him because everywhere he goes disaster followers. He's a good man though."</span>Nalo tilted her head and paused then shook her head.<span style="color: red">"Eaten...? I don't... oh, right, I'm a mortal now. Yeah I guess I need to do that. Well I've been sitting in a prison cell because Silvermoon still thinks I'm a construct and have been treating me as such. Ras broke me out and dropped off here, I'm not use to having to eat so I've jumped right into working." </span>She looked around the room for a moment then nodded with a smile.<span style="color: red">"I'll fix the room before I worry about fixing the city. Perhaps you could fetch me a meal while I get busy? I don't really know what I should be eating."</span>Nalo paused and looked at the accountant for a moment.<span style="color: red"> "I was created in a lab for the sake of boosting my people's dwindling numbers. I am one of six creations, as far as I'm aware I'm the only one still alive. I was the most stable if not the most effective. I can impregnate a woman of any race whether or not she's fertile. Elune, as a favor to the daughter of one of her champions, turned me... mortal. My intelligence, data manipulation skills, and breeding capabilities are intact. I'm just not as strong, durable, and now I have to deal with things mortals do. Eating, emotions, sleep, things like that. Now, a meal would be lovely."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>