The Eredar stepped forward and grabbed Jasime's head in her large hand.<span style="color: #4dff4d"> "Then allow me to show you." </span>Energy surged through them and all of the demon's memories flashed through the warlock's mind.<span style="color: #4dff4d">"The crusade may not have had a name, but do you think witch hunters only started after the scourge? Your sister is only part Elf, and her ears were kept trimmed back. Why do you think she's so comfortable in bulky armor? She practically lived in it to hide her body." </span>When the final memories faded she stepped back and looked down at Jasmine.<span style="color: #4dff4d">"Still want to tell me that wasn't your sister?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"Good. Amere was baking a cake, I'm curious to see what she's capable of. If you don't have any other questions or concerns I'm going to check it out."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>