Muse nodded and walked over to the closet and sat down beside it. After some conversation in demonic Muse opened the door and climbed in with Saerwynn then shut the door again. A few minutes passed and amuse crawled out with a shiner on her cheek.<span style="color: #a64dff"> “Alright, we’ll plan B. Ophidian, uh, Timelost Ophidian, can you help with this?”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">“I guess I’ll have to figure it out on my own then.”</span>He shook his head and teleported them to his territory.<span style="color: #666600">“This used to be the Troll empire of Zul’Aman.” </span>He gestures to the massive slab of stone that stretched out before them.<span style="color: #666600">“I asked to take this area because I have the power to convert the stone back into fertile ground. The problem is what’s under this stone. See, The’kal can’t kill mortals directly. She can’t kill anything directly... so what did she do with an entire civilization? She buried it and let them all suffocate. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of bodies under here. Trolls and other races. Do I exhume the bodies and try to return them to their families or do I just keep this to myself and create the winery anyways?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>