<span style="color: purple">"Yes, from the bottom of my heart I am offering you a sincere apology, whether you accept it or not is up to you. You don't have anything in here to give me even a buzz, I was your age once too. I haven't been smoking I... it's hard to put in words, I made an enemy with the best possible person." </span>She shook his head and let out an annoyed sigh.<span style="color: purple"> "When I was younger, before my days as a Naga, I was taught to master long weapons. Tridents, spears, quarter staffs, even tree branches. Part of the training was to be hit by those weapons, they'd patch us up and send us back the barracks, how we dealt with the pain was up to us. But enough of that, I have many others to speak to. We should talk some time, I may know somebody who could get you some otherwise unobtainable herbs."</span>She bowed slightly then left the room. With a disgusted look she waved the air around her and looked back to the priest.<span style="color: purple">"Let's go."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>