<span style="color: #ffff00">"i do not take prisoners."</span>she shrugged and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"i help those i can. people can change, perhaps the wife she lost changed her... the dead sister murdered her. why would i do something to her mind? this world abounds with people, it would be far easier to find one who suited me then to try to change one."</span>she frowned faintly and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"it would be like using copper to make a gun barrel. sure, if you made it thick enough it would stand up, but it would weigh substantially more and it still wouldn't be as accurate as using steel."</span>she opened the door for Syncilla and nodded.<span style="color: #ffff00">"yes, Harpies. they are quite clean and not at all the monsters you grew up knowing... they were suffering a curse from Azshara, i dispelled it."</span>she nodded and lead Syncilla into the living room.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>