<span style="color: #8000ff">"Ah, I guess that's why she's let herself go then. Maybe she just needs a good lay to turn herself around? If she's as powerful as you say she should be capable of it."</span><br/><br/>Ras was standing in front of a mirror adjusting his clothes nervously. Vyre was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room sipping some sparkling water, now quite sober with a sizeable palm print on her cheek from being slapped. "Am I ready? Absolutely not, but I don't think anyone is ever truly ready." He looked at Vyre and smiled. "Be a dear and go tell Elune her presence is requested. And behave or I won't give your spear back." Sharindia would see that Vyre had had power massively discharged again leaving her no stronger than an average Elf again. Vyre glared at him but headed off to do as told. "Let's go, and I'll have Arlokk with me since Amere will have Ophidian."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>