<span style="color: #ff0000">"yes, from a box of ash that Whisperia had buried decades before."</span>she raised one brow and then shrugged.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "why would the Cult have sought me out? i thought they were terrified of me. if those idiots had listened to me instead of ignoring every word that came out of my mouth we would have been fine... but they would rather listen to a sexist Dwarf that was sending them to their deaths. they were wasting ammo firing over the heads of the fucking Vrykul that were slaughtering them."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"if you knew Ras better you would know that he really couldn't say no to a friend."</span>she giggled quietly and then rolled right back off the bed and waved her hands to make her dirty clothes return to the laundry hamper.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "my robe is clean."</span>she disappeared into her closet and a few minutes later she came out with her Silvermoon robe. she looked at it with sadness for a moment before sighing and she cleared her throat.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Maka, level zero."</span>she hung the robe on the closet door and then sat on the bed.<span style="color: #ff0000">"it could take a while, she will come when she isn't busy." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>