"Order has some words to say about Britomart but it's not my place to say. Word of advice, don't get too invested in her, there's not much left of her after the botched resurrection she suffered." He nodded and smiled as well. "Already did, but she was convinced I was interrupting something very important."<br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"Finding people who want to do their job is becoming increasingly tedious. I am beginning to see why... it started to go around you. But we were created better, and we hope to not have any conflicts." </span>There was a tick in the avatar's face at the mention on Nalo.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Part of being mortal is working, paying taxes, and dying, yes? If they're not working, they're not paying taxes and as such not contributing to your city. Hundreds?" </span>A wall of screens appeared between the two and the avatar began to sort through all of the information  before waving them away.<span style="color: #a64dff">"You seem to have no idea what actually went on in that building. We may need to have a conversation with your Spymistress, she's done a poor job it seems. Why can't we? We seek to advance your city, nothing more. If people can't be trained or refuse to be trained we will ignore them. We're not Nalo, we won't displace anyone from their homes. Some new farms are several hours away from the city, but can be reached in minutes by tram. If someone would rather walk to that farm than take the tram, they are not needed... it is cold and cruel to say, but that's the way life is."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>