“Nope, you’re my best friend and I have to take your advice. Soon half the women in Silvermoon will need wheelchairs and it will be your fault.” He held up one hand and the view returned to the winery, but now without Aimus’ flying buildings. “I own the land the winery is on. Shauna’s exile has no meaning here. Ibara may argue that this is Silvermoon land but Animus drafted the contract and Ibara signed it. I own everything that was Zul’Aman and the coast behind it. You and all of your sisters are free to visit and meet here as you please. Mhmm, she’s some kind of Harpy-Succubus hybrid. Very unique and attractive but wholly devoted to Shauna and quite simple.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>