<span style="color: DarkRed">"You're too good to me, I'll have to try to find a way to pay you back for this."</span>She shook her head with a smile and looked up at him.<span style="color: DarkRed">"I'm only alive because He kept me from doing my duties, I'm sure I would have died in the fields too if I wasn't promoted to a Commander unfairly."<br/>
</span><br/>Bethekk leaned to the side in her throne and rested her cheek on one hand.<span style="color: Navy">"You did it, not me, it happened when you kill Shrivalla. You needlessly killed her and shit started to fall apart, you have no one to blame for Ibara's problem but yourself."</span>She pointed to the three bodies at the foot of her throne.<span style="color: Navy">"Ras, Ibara's Troll side, and their unborn son, all died shortly after you killed Shrivalla. Without the Troll goddess of LIFE there was nothing for their souls to connect to and they all died. You can't even blame Nyaka's temper for this, you killed Shrivalla needlessly and cost both Ras and their unborn child their lives. Honestly, Gnome? I think you should get your Ras back and put her out of her misery, Undeath must be... taxing on her mental stability."</span><br/><br/>Arlokk shook his head with a smile and brushed off his robes.<span style="color: DarkGreen"> "Maybe not, but I was headed to the bar anyways. Get something to drink and call it a day, I've spent all day and night tending to wounded, I need a short break."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>