<span style="color: #a64dff">"I was told my... my..." </span>She frowned in thought for a word she seemed to have lost.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "My being alive is wrong. I was told I should die because I loved animals. That I was bad and wrong. That I was gross and broken. Shameful. That's why I have to be good for father, so he doesn't make me go away." </span>She nodded a little and sighed.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "That makes me... happy to hear then. I hope I can keep his love, I have to be good for Sharindia so she keeps teaching me."</span><br/><br/>Other than a few dented helmets and sore noses no mortal guards were harmed but the female justicar had been choked out by a chain and Lonie was left laying face down in the broken doorway. "I am getting my daughter out of here and taking her home. I was disguised and came here with no intention for conflict but your stupid peons attacked me as soon as I arrived. Give me my daughter and I'll go home on my own will, if you refuse me the next time I visit I'll have The'kal with me and I'll level the whole fucking city."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>