"Unlike your Ras I am a healer, is there anything I can do for Karren? My world was... I'm okay with not going back, but I'll need to find a purpose here in this timeline." He focused and downloaded the information about the Loa in this timeline and frowned. "Well I guess I don't need the accent anymore, I won't be doing any work as a Loa here."<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"The'kal! I want to drink alcohol, why can't I!?" </span><span style="color: #666600">"Hm? I dunno."</span><span style="color: #8000ff">"What the fuck do you mean by that!?" </span>Vyre was becoming feral with her anger but Ashia could sense The'kal being distracted by something and very concerned about it.<span style="color: #666600">"Looks like... You're allergic to something- hops. Your armor previously kept you from getting sick, without it you can't drink yourself ill. Seems like a good thing."</span>Vyre snarled and raised her beer to smash it on the table, but she hesitated then slowly lowered her hand.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Can you fix me?" </span><span style="color: #666600">"No, but Order may be able to. But wine should be fine for you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>