"i appreciate the sentiment and you know where my room and lab are so you can find me whenever you like... but please, to keep my heart from exploding out of my chest talk to me as a greeting, don't sneak up and pluck me from my feet like that okay?" Vincent frowned and bit his lip. "even before Sylavandra was completely crippled traveling was very difficult for her. even walking to the city park left her in pain that made it hard to enjoy the day and the walk home would ruin her evening but then Deathwing destroyed the park and the stupid nobles decided not to rebuild it. after the prick put her in a wheelchair she was trapped in areas where those skinny wheels wouldn't sink into the ground beyond my strength to push or pull... she was so embarrassed and hated being seen in that chair so much that she almost never left the house."<br/><br/>the Demon seemed to enjoy the attention as she pressed into the petting a little.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "my research shows that these Dreadsteeds are bred and kept only by very powerful Dreatlords and when a warlock like me summons one for the first time we are actually stealing them from those vile, corrupting monsters. it's kinda like a combination of a rescue mission to steal from the enemy army and gain a good friend at the same time and I'm sure i am much easier for her to carry around."</span>she smiled and moved further down, checking the saddle and other riding gear and patting the steed.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"horses are kinda rare around here but if you make enough money you may be able to buy one, the stables take good care of all the animals in their care." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>