Britomart shook her head and stood up to wash her pan.<span style="color: #ff0000">"no, i don't have any questions for you."</span><br/><br/>Anna nodded with a happy smile.<span style="color: #0080ff"> "of course Mistress, is there anything in particular you would like?"</span>she nodded again and giggled quietly.<span style="color: #0080ff">"yes Mistress."</span>she smiled and headed off to the kitchen again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"that person is also effectively dead and so hardly relevant to helping the current Karrie."</span>she frowned a little and looked at Ras and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"why would you ask me to do that? you know where they are, you know where Kalian is and that Ophidian would rather see you then me, as would your son."</span>she smirked and stood up as well.<span style="color: #ffff00">"not at all. in theory i could have as many thoughts per second as the entire population of this planet if i really wanted to push myself but i only use that kind of mental power to fix massive things like when i turned one of Azeroth's moons into a miniature Dreanor and put all the Outland survivors there. i prefer not to go above fifty percent of my mental capacity leaving plenty of room to handle stray thoughts or ideas without interfering with my work in the slightest. unfortunately even with my injuries healed my mental abilities are only recovered to about forty percent of capacity."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>