"I hope so, I really do."<br/><br/><span style="color: #9999ff">"Time is the one thing your kind can ignore, but I doubt you would have found me anyways." </span>Syncilla's pets quickly joined her side and neither the huntress nor her saber left footprints in the sand, but the beaver hopped along happy to be back on solid land even though it was sinking into the sand.<span style="color: #9999ff"> "I'm not concerned about my body. How is she my sister when everything I've heard about her is nothing like the woman I raised? Did you do something to her mind?" </span>Delithia had both harpies in simple outfits to protect their modesty while still letting them walk around and the priestess herself was in her usual robes. All three were sitting in the main living room but Delithia was still grumbling about having her fun ruined.<span style="color: #9999ff">"Harpies?" </span>Syncilla let out a huff and give her pets a command in Darnassian to be at ease.<span style="color: #9999ff">"If she is... too different I will just leave, I won't cause conflict."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>