<span style="color: #ff0000">"If you want to bring her here that's on you, but you'd probably want to have Kitori take the children out of the house. I doubt the cold would be good for them." </span>Karrie was all too happy to pass Syrenka off to her father and Kitori took Mydras. She pulled a cloth from her robes began to scrub her arms under they were bright red.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Young, horny, she was different and treated me better. I forced myself to look past her... her down sides for the sake of a quick lay. It just so happened that she was also a good woman." </span>She shook her head and leaned back in her chair, still idly wiping her arms.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "You made her happier than I could despite my best efforts, I'm happy for her but still a little upset to have lost her. She was fun to be with, she was girly and liked to shop and try on clothes. Rachel just wears whatever fits or gets me the most excited. Or nothing at all since we live in seclusion. Monia is weak and not overly intelligent, but she's still a demon and more than capable of defending herself. Be it fighting, running, or fucking she'll keep her head on her shoulders. If she is in trouble there's nothing either of us can about it. I'd have to be at home with my tools to search all of Azeroth for her."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"Snow isn't going to do anything she would regret, you don't need to keep her near if you don't want but I won't stop you from it." </span>Snow smirked at Order and shook her head.<span style="color: #0000b3"> "Why would I respect someone else's tool? You're just an object, I respect Chaos. Her age and power and more than earned it, you are just an outdated weapon of mass destruction." </span>The'kal rubbed her temples in silence before returning to her work on Ashia's body.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>