Kitori shrugged with a smile and began to tickle Syrenka.<span style="color: DarkRed">"We'll need to do some grocery shopping then, I don't think they'd settle for canned and boxed food."</span>Marcus was sitting a bit away from the door with his armored leggings on the ground next to him as he iced his groin through his boxers, a mage standing next to him trying not to laugh as he conjured a new ice pack.<span style="color: Navy"> "Um, check in Old Town on the other side of the city or the Dwarven District behind it. There's some good craftsmen there, but you might want to bring some strong ale if you visit the Dwarves. Just be sure to go around the Trade District rather than through it so I don't have to listen to anyone complain about me not arresting you."</span><br/><br/>Jim shook his head and rolled onto his side away from Britomart. "Sleep sounds like a good idea, hopefully I won't have to spend all of my free time tomorrow cleaning up your mess."<br/><br/>Ras shook his head and coughed more as he tried to speak, but after a moment he just pointed to the glowing dagger on the bed where he had been. As his muscles finished working their way through his chest he took a raspy breath. "You said she was beating herself up... mentally, because she killed her child by sending Rachel after my gods. Or did you undo all of Bethekk's healing by putting her in that bubble? I will say this, though, whatever you've done to Ibara you'd be wise to fix it. I may have lost Relene to you but I'm not going to lose my son."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>