<span style="color: #5900b3">"Just because it was explained doesn't make it all sound any less crazy. Even I'm questioning my own sanity." </span>She moved off the table as directed and smiled to Ophidian.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "My life was enjoyable, yes. I had a husband, friends, healthy children the Red Moon never rose too often so the world was safe."</span>"Red Moon?"<span style="color: #5900b3">"It was our most feared god, when it appeared the creatures of the wild became violent and rabid. Our druids would turn on their own, our healing spells would corrupt and rot. The mightiest of warriors would be crushed under the weight of their own armor. When the Red Moon rose, chaos followed in its wake."</span>"I don't have anyone to hunt down, I already found him. I'll probably just break his knees or something, he can still help people from a wheel chair."<br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"Maybe, but it'll keep me out of trouble and prepare me for the future when the humans haven't completely fucked themselves. Who knows? With the kind of pull that I have I may be able to find some good advisers. A lot of people die to bandits and political corruption anyways, what's the harm in risking a few more lives? It sounds heartless, but wouldn't you risk a few lives for the betterment of the majority?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>