"I guess you'll just have to visit more often so I can spoil you two, and maybe teach you a thing or two about cooking for her. It might help me get Relene's defiant butt in here too, she needs a hobby. Well what do you think she would like? The world is our chocolate covered oyster, so to speak."<br/><br/>The avatar looked over the file and read through it with an ever growing frown.<span style="color: #a64dff">"We would have executed this man long ago, a waste of resources... And yet..." </span>There was a long pause before the avatar looked up at Ibara and bowed deeply.<span style="color: #a64dff">"You have given us insight that we had not considered, however, this is not something we are capable of doing. But we have an idea. We... can evaluate every mortal in this city a thousand times over, but it would still be logical for us to simply separate the wheat from the chaff. But that's wrong. We would ask that you assemble a team, people capable of judging the mortals for what they are truly capable of. We can give them jobs, training, supplies, we will be the river but someone else will need to bring the horse to us."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>