<span style="color: #666600">"Because it is. There's nothing special about it." </span>She shook her head and smiled.<span style="color: #666600">"Then you won't get it. Mortals are able to experience the world around them in ways our kind could never hope to understand. Things we take for granted, they find great pleasure or excitement in. Watch how many people will stop and stare at a chunk of debris burning up in the atmosphere,"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4d4dff">"You abandoned every man in the sewers when you took us. Husbands, brothers, sons, friends. Sure... some may be hesitant to return to their wives after what you've done, but it'd be better than wasting away in the sewers. Even if they are cleaned up. I'm not going to tell you how to live your life, just as you aren't going to tell me how to live mine but... it'd be nice. And I wouldn't be opposed to having a little, er, not scaly fun myself." </span>She nodded and looked around.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"That's a start. We have farm land, but the fields need to be plowed... and we need seeds. A water source would be nice too, the saltwater would kill anything we tried to plant."</span>She rubbed her chin then looked back to Ashia.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"I'll put together a list of what we need and we'll go from there. As it stands we don't have anywhere to care for our animals, which we still don't have. But I trust your guardians will supply all of that in time."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>