<span style="color: #ffff00">"very few mortals provide much to any world, it's the rare, special few who make major contributions."</span>Order was drinking out of the bottle and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "I've felt this way since the moment Rayne challenged me... one minute she is grovelling on the ground and the next she is threatening to fight me as though that were anything but a pathetic joke. i wanted to destroy her utterly but i shouldn't... but she hurt me so much and she gets away with it just like the others... I'm never allowed to retaliate."</span><br/><br/>Salterria huffed and shook her head before she returned to her natural shape, staring at Lonnie with eyes the color of molten gold.<span style="color: #b30000">"thanks for proving my point... even Order's vaunted Justicars can't see past the color of my scales. why would- Order must have pointed you to me because i know about the new thieves clan moving in."</span>she shook her head and looked towards the abandoned finery and then away.<span style="color: #b30000">"live in fear that someone like you will take everything i have away from me... chase me out and make me go start over somewhere else again..." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>