Ras shrugged and teleported Jim back to the base of the tree house.<span style="color: #bfbfbf"> "You keep calling me a mortal and I find it mildly offensive. I am not mortal, and I am not an Eternal, I was born of an Eternal and a demi-god. I don't know what I am, but I am not a small minded and judgmental as the mortals are. My The'kal was never infected in the first place, she was too chaotic even for it to take root. She slaughtered on a whim, saved a whim, wipe out entire star systems just to recreate them in a slightly different hue. My Order sought to bring balance to that madness. And she failed. But you are a different person, just with the same name. If you are convinced my words won't work then grant me permission to use my powers on her."</span><br/><br/>Jim quickly ran into the room where Karren and Whisperia were still snuggled together and gently nudged the druid awake. "Hey, Whisperia. You need to wake up. We need to talk about Britomart."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>