Order shook her head and looked at Mischa.<span style="color: #ffff00">"i will not. you're welcome but you're wrong, i have every right."</span>she teleported up to the next level and crossed her arms. she listened to them and then shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "so what exactly is the point of this? i hear bitching, irrational demands and threats... what i don't hear is any reason why you are persecuting these two women. is this seriously what passes for justice here? a bunch of ancient bullies goading a response to justify a racially motivated murder?"</span>she stepped into the center of the room to look around.<span style="color: #ffff00">"the moment i identified myself these two became more terrified of me then they are of her."</span>she pointed to Mischa.<span style="color: #ffff00">"i couldn't understand why until i came here. i have been getting called a 'winged Demon' since i arrived which is ironic since any Demon with my power would have annihilated all of you long before you could give them any title. apparently the history books of Dragon kind will paint me so terribly that death would be preferable to being in my presence but that won't stop me from defending them. they have done nothing wrong and i will not allow them to be harmed simply for the color of their scales. make a specific charge or open a portal and let them return to their lives. now." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>