"I can fix the minds, but I'm worried about the lager problems... Maybe we can work on fixing the family's problems so I can prove that I'm able to help the larger populace?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #4da6ff">"And they probably just forgot about me. But honestly, I just assumed they were all very territorial. It's not like there's a whole lot of harpies around here for me to ever really interact with." </span>She snorted and shook her head.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"All of my money went into keeping this roof over my head and maintaining my mechanical limbs. They only pay me enough money to do that, there's no way I could afford to rent an apartment in Dalaran. And I certainly couldn't find a job to sustain a life style up there... Maybe I'll just sleep my way out of this hole, I'm sure there's some lonely old man who needs his dick polished every once in a while. And I wouldn't need to deal with any permanent side-effects." </span>She looked at the ring on her finger and let out a sigh.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Not how I planned my life to go, but it is a means to an end."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>