<span style="color: #336600">“I can see the value of that then, and I’m glad it works for you.” </span>She nodded and looked at her glass again.<span style="color: #336600">“I guess that would be a problem. But only if they have the means of turning a bar into usable coin.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b3b300">“I mean, you could just ask Order for help. I’m sure there’s something she could do to help you. But raising kids is a lot of work so you probably wouldn’t want that anyways.” </span>He shook his head and sighed like a disappointed father.<span style="color: #b3b300">“You sound like a younger version of me. But I’ll save the lecture for another visit. The Goblins can’t kill you, no, but there’s a thin line between ending someone’s life and leaving them a vegetable in the hospital. The two in particular don’t really do warning and with their weapons and powers you’ll be risking limbs and wings, not just scratches on your scales. They are a pretty sadistic bunch but they also oversee all Goblin cartels so they have to be.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>