<span style="color: #b35900">"no... as misguided as i think your quest to save me is i will not have my blood on your conscience. i can take care of myself in a variety of ways that would be quite painless."</span>she shook her head and frowned.<span style="color: #b35900">"there is enough suffering in this world that i have failed to mend... the last thing i need is simulated suffering in my fire. no, i like the way the flames dance and flicker, it soothes me in ways... like some ancient, feral instincts purring like a cat being petted. in fact campfires are the only thing i miss about the years i spent collecting the Priestesses and laying the foundations of this city.'</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>