Elune shook her head slightly, the metal of the anvil groaning in protest as it started crumbling apart like a handful of moist sand.<span style="color: purple">"go Ras... even your voice is making it... wo-worse..."</span>she looked down at the Syringe and she grabbed it with a groan of effort and it took her several moments to get it stuck in her thigh and even longer to push the plunger down. Amere was busy searching the house and she looked up at Ras and shrugged.<span style="color: magenta"> "i cant find Elune anywhere."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>