<span style="color: #9999ff">"So no education at all. And the Plague as you know is a magical infliction, in my time it was dealt with without the help of Eternals. Instead of doctors and alchemists they used powerful mages and warlocks to simply dispel its effects and cull the infected... a bit like Arthas, in hindsight, but done under more controlled conditions and with a lot of oversight from the Argent Dawn who took a more supervisory role." </span>She shook her head and followed after Britomart.<span style="color: #9999ff"> "This is a spur of the moment plan? That's not like you at all."</span>Jim was sitting alone in the room sipping a cup of coffee and looked up at the women as they entered. "You found her? Great. I gave Azu the letter so I'm ready to go when you are. Once we teleport over and find a place to make a camp I can bring over the packs."<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"I would never... If you had to whore yourself out for me I would feel like a failure of a mate. That will never happen. Never. I will take care of you as you have taken care of me. Even if life with Ophidian doesn't work, I can hunt and we can learn to cook."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>