<span style="color: #5900b3">“Hey, I haven’t felt physical pain in thousands of years. Having my boob of all things suddenly feel pain wasn’t quite an unpleasant shock to my system. A Blue dragon that wasn’t disgusted by a mutated Black and willingly interested in sleeping with her? Now I just think you’re trying to brag about what actually happened. It’s okay, you’re still a very powerful and impressive Dragonling my love. All I’m saying is that you and I would both destroy any mob coming to our door and scaring our children.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">“Well, we have generic things like dear and sweetie. I’m not sure how well the more specific ones would translate.”</span>She nodded and called up Jass on her wrist device.<span style="color: #a64dff">“Hey, pops. You still alive over there?”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">“At least you came here willingly and chose to stay here. You can leave whenever you fancy but I’m stuck here, a mechanical Old God, a tumor on this world forced to fester and maintain wretched creatures.” </span>She created a 3D map of Darkshire and then an transparent view of the town.<span style="color: #ff0000">“I could build water purification systems in and around the river. Vincent? I’m sure Sylavandra wouldn’t approve but… I don’t care. I’ll see if she’s willing to do it. I think she’s got some potential, she at least understood the value of washing her hands even if she couldn’t understand why it was valuable.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>