<span style="color: orange"> <b>"Well, as long as the fire was radiant I don't see a problem."</b> </span>The cleric gasps<span style="color: Orange"><b>, "If it was standard fire, then I can see it as problematic." </b></span>She pushes her self up, still gasping to catch her breath.  Elta was prideful, she'd taken plenty of lip in her life, she wasn't about to take this.<span style="color: Orange"> <b>"Now..sweetpea, "</b></span>She starts, her voice oozing with contempt,<span style="color: orange"><b>"You're aiming that dagger all wrong, did they teach you nothing out among  the other abominations!?" </b></span><br/><br/>Elta extends her fore arm, placing her fingertip against her wrist<span style="color: orange">,<b> "Remember, it's downnnnn the riverrrrrr" </b></span>She drags her finger down the central vein of her muscular arm,<span style="color: orange"><b>"NOT! A Across the stream!" </b></span>She drags her finger horizontally across her wrist.<span style="color: orange"><b>"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get it next time."</b></span>She pats the blood mage on the head with a shit eating grin.  She had little patience for those who refused to help the world, and this ones lot- was part of the problem, not the solution.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>