Nyarien grinned and sipped the wine slowly.<span style="color: #b30000">“Sounds like you’ll need to get creative. Brains over brawn as they say. Maybe just… convince me to give it back?”</span>She looked at Ophidian and frowned.<span style="color: #b30000">“Couldn’t you just make her bodies durable to withstand the strength of my bodies?”</span><br/><br/>Rayne let the woman talk and nodded when she finished.<span style="color: #a64dff">“My name is Rayne and uh, my assistant… and doctor both strongly suggested that I visit you for my needs.”</span>She held up her large hands and shrugged.<span style="color: #a64dff">“My fingers have worked fine all of my life but they were insistent that I come here. So I am here for your guidance, my people never had any shops like this. Well, none that I knew about.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>