<span style="color: #b35900">"How will I know if I'm not there?"</span><span style="color: #336600">"Spend some time with us, then fly back to her. I know you can travel from here to anywhere in just a few minutes." </span><span style="color: #b35900">"I will break that thing when I see her again. How can I spend time with you when I can't understand what is being said?"</span><span style="color: #336600"> "You'll learn in time. Just stay near us and pay attention to the words we use and how we use them. Ignore Britomart when she's around here so you don't get upset. You can talk to Jim when he wakes up, he's nice and patient."</span><span style="color: #b35900">"He is Britomart's mate."</span><span style="color: #336600">"... barely. He'll talk to you, I'm sure of it."</span><br/><br/>While Ashia lay with Red after another passionate breeding session there was a knock on their bedroom door before the cloaked Elf from earlier walked in carrying a scroll of parchment. Red sat up and looked at Ashia.<span style="color: #ff0000">"She stinks, like a demon."</span>The Elf's one visible eye rolled as she unrolled the scroll and handed it to Ashia. "Greetings, Hellashia. My Mistress is not present so save your threats. I come seeking to bargain with you and yours. I can provide you with locations of the Alliance's most corrupt politicians and businesses. In exchange I wish to have my health, soul, and youth restored. I've died several times over protecting my Mistress for nothing, my body would be better served elsewhere and preferably alive." Red looked over Ashia's shoulder to read the note then scowled. "<span style="color: #ff0000">She's not dead, what do you mean by this, Elf? Who are you?"</span>The Elf pointed to her mouth then shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Mute?"</span>She nodded once and looked at Ashia.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>