<span style="color: red">"Oh please, you're a dragon in an underground warehouse surrounded by corpses. I don't think food is really an issue for you, but if it is I'll leave a bag of gold near the door for you when I leave." </span>Nalo shook her head slowly and peeled off her gloves to toss them into the pile.<span style="color: red">"I'm not a 'do gooder' I'm doing what's best for me. Keeping this city in good running order and protecting the High Priestesses alive are in my best interests, especially when they don't want to continue living. You asked what Ras and I would do and I answered, and believe it or not I think he's one the few people out there you can trust. You should trust him more than you trust me for sure. You could have a happy life though, there's one person in this city that seemed quite willing to keep you around." </span>The light in Nalo's eyes flickered as though she was rolling them.<span style="color: red">"It's not a charity, it's dropping off old or stained furniture for you to use until you get your own. You aren't exactly what I'd call... useful to my cause, so I can't imagine I'd call you on any favors. Angels are a Human thing, something to do with their religion." </span>She tilted her head and looked away for a moment.<span style="color: red"> "I know you've been following me around all day, Dra'tha. I would much rather be caring for Morah or preparing to take over the temple, but sometimes problems come up that can't be dealt with by intimidation or threats of prison time. And sometimes there people who shouldn't take up space in prison, rapists..." </span>She coughed and tossed a glance at Ashia.<span style="color: red">"Child molesters, people who abuse the elderly, those who plot against the temple or Ibara. Murder is usually beneath me and reserved for your type but sometimes I have to make a special exception and get my hands dirty... I need some more gloves, damn."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>