<span style="color: Navy">"Not say he did save zhem all, but he's stronk, seeing him crippled is demoralizing. Even if you're fine seeing one of the two competent people in this camp izn't good..." </span>The priestess closed her eyes for a moment nodded.<span style="color: Navy">"Maybe you have, but what about everyone else? Only half zhe people you see here are soldiers, and zhoes are the ones in the tin mail zhat you pulled out of the hole. I'm not a priestess by trade, I'm just a woman trying to make a living with taxes larger zhan zhe Exodar." </span>She let out a low sigh and moved to stand up.<span style="color: Navy">"Of courze, I'll be right back." </span>The priestess wiped her robes off and made her way back to the inn.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>