<span style="color: #666600">“Exactly. But we’re not talking about her right now, you are my main concern.” </span>He nodded and looked out of the window.<span style="color: #666600"> “And what if she was here now to hold you? I could ask her for you, explain your situation and... offer her some form of payment in exchange for her time. I would not attempt to force or do anything to incur Order’s ire. If not I can take you to Rachel, she has adopted one of Ashia’s bastards and taken in one of the dragon’s broodmares as a mate. But she is alive and well, it was her who cast the last vote to have Order undo Eldryn’s work. It’s not about trust entirely, no, but I do need you to trust me a little. Just enough to believe me when I say my desire to help you is genuine. Is it too much to ask for a chance when you have nothing left to lose?” </span>He sighed softly and shook his head.<span style="color: #666600">“You can heal if you want to, and you need to. You have so much to offer the world unless you want to let Animus run the whole city? Surely your Blood Elven pride wouldn’t let you just lay down and give up your city to your friend so easily and I know your Troll side is equally stubborn. Those people are gone, they can’t hurt you anymore.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>