<span style="color: blue">"Insane? Possibly. But you're family and you need help, you also just told the single most stubborn race on the planet that they can't do something. I will fix you or kill you trying." </span>Misery folded her arms and let out an annoyed sigh.<span style="color: green">"Yeah, sure, whatever gets you nut jobs out of my shop. If you think you can somehow cure me I'll give that pig all the flux should could ever need." </span>Sahra grinned wickedly and shook her head.<span style="color: blue">"You're going to eat those words, and if you're cute, you'll be eating a lot more than that." </span>Misery slammed her fist down on the desk when the Elf vomited and growled.<span style="color: green">"YOU FUCKING... FUCKS." </span>The woman vanished into the back of her shop for a moment, when she returned she had a pistol in each hand glowing with arcane runes.<span style="color: blue">"Oh hey, I remember... oh. I'm going to step outside, you two take care of your business."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>