<span style="color: #cc99ff">"No arguments from me, my love. I'd like to keep all of my pieces attached and not poisoned."</span>She shrugged as much as she could without disrupting the children.<span style="color: #cc99ff"> "Not all of us are rugged, scourge slaying machines. Some of us were forced into service by our parents and told to guard shrines to an absent goddess, until the Horde came out of nowhere and nearly wiped us out."</span><br/><br/>"Yeah... I've not even been on this world for most of that and really never met Karrie more than a few times. But I appreciate being brought up to speed. I really don't mean to interfere or obstruct your efforts, I just thought maybe something could be done to help." He frowned a little and shook his head. "I am so, so sorry to hear that Ophidian. I really wish I had more than just words to offer you but I'm just a simple healer... a doctor really, I don't have any powers other than what Order gave me." When Ophidian interrupted the link Monia fell to her knees onto her side in the sand without as much as blinking. "Well... how about a beer and a little fresh air for a few minutes? That usually helps a little."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>