<span style="color: purple">"And made her a worse woman for it, but that's all in the past now."</span>Dawn shook her head and looked down for a moment.<span style="color: purple"> "And she still loves him, that's why she asked me to do it. She couldn't stay on the island anymore, she had to get out and be free but she couldn't bring herself to tell him that she wanted to leave him. She promises she'll return once she's ready to try settling down again, at which point it'll be as simple as swapping her and the clone out in his sleep again. I'm not heartless, not as much as you at any rate, I feel guilty about doing this to such a kind and loving man but she would have turned on him in sheer frustration if I didn't set her free... You'll understand when you see her."</span>She nodded and headed off into the forest. They wouldn't be walking for long before the stench of rotting flesh assaulted Sharindia's senses, an arcane wind whipping around Dawn to blow the scent away from her and into the taller Elf's face.<span style="color: purple"> "Here."</span>She stopped at the base of a large tree where plucked and half devoured Arakkoa lay scattered carelessly and pointed to the huge bed of feathers resting among the branches.<span style="color: purple">"Your Elf is up there, I'm going home."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>