Britomart slowly frowned and rolled onto her side.<span style="color: #ff0000">"are you saying that your only humoring me? that what little time i have had to learn to please you has been... wasted on your playing along? because if thats true im going to kick your ass."</span><br/><br/>Order shook her head with a faint frown.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "i will check her condition but the more you describe her the more i doubt her ability to make that choice for herself... if i judge her unfit to make that decision i will defer to you."</span>she smirked and nodded.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "yes, that The'kal. she isnt actually a Loa of course, but she pretended to be for a very long time. shes probably still mad at me for preventing her from torturing a mortal that hurt Elune."</span>she sighed before she looked north.<span style="color: #ffff00">"The'kal, my mate, can you get a body that wont scare the ladies and come join us?"</span>The'kal would know Order was about half drunk and in a strange mood from her tone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>