"I knew what she was doing, and I know that's not something she can control. If I got hot under the collar every time I was around a woman like that you'd be carrying child number five and Sarevess would be mine." He nodded as she listened and smiled. "Well I'm glad you got her squared away. If she's settling down to a life of child rearing at least we know she'll stay out of trouble. Really now? Well, I'm sure that harpy of his is keeping his mind elsewhere."<br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"I would question that logic." </span>Millions of images appeared on the walls and ceilings of Ibara's office.<span style="color: #666600">"Every report Nalo filled out, every bill, every receipt. Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think you'd call her a good, honest leader."</span>A single sheet of parchment appeared on Ibara's desk.<span style="color: #666600"> "Seems she was even going to wish you a happy birthday. Must have been lost in the hustle and bustle. Your temper is free to do as it pleases, it will be ignored. Unlike Nalo you will find me much less responsive to emotion." </span>He looked back at her as the images vanished.<span style="color: #666600">"Nalo was trash, a failed experiment. She should have been recycled and used for something useful. Reproduction? Our kind takes too long, at best she was a walking toy for a few of our creators. But some... mortal decided to buy her and she became this world's problem. But you have no family, no friends, the only people to ever care about you have been exiled, killed, or you turned on them. I may not know your past but I know you as the leader of this city." </span>With a shrug he turned to leave.<span style="color: #666600">"I'm going to examine the ruins of Nalo's infrastructure, you're welcome to join me. My sister will be going through your city's files and tending to some other, unrelated duties."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>