Ras grimaced and nodded. “I know I can’t make myself stop loving Jasmine, but it’s not fair to her for me to have these feelings. She can’t return them and it makes her uncomfortable, and even if she did return them we’re not sexually compatible. I need to find someone else before I destroy our friendship… but it’s also not fair not the new woman, because I’d always be longing for Jasmine.” He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Maybe I should just stay single and take Jasmine’s idea to hire a prostitute every now and then.”<br/><br/>Louise was still staring at Animus but slowly looked over at Jasmine again.<span style="color: #9999ff"> “Goblins are so gross. I met one who wanted to buy Missie, one of my favorite cows, he only offered us a handful of coins for her. And then he tried to light her on fire when told him to leave. People aren’t equal, but it’s a nice thought. The rich and powerful will always be better than people like me who are farmers. But that’s okay, it just lets me appreciate what I already have and how much worse I could be.” </span>Animus’ usually friendly expression hardened and she shook her head, her eyes locking on Jasmine’s.<span style="color: #ff0000">“You have enough on your plate. You and your sisters aren’t qualified to handle all of the problems the city has.”</span>Her expression went back to being friendly as she nodded.<span style="color: #ff0000"> “I’ll investigate the farm she came from and likely just move the entire thing over. Her father will be dealt with appropriately. Bringing the farm and the animals here will help her settle in quicker and work more efficiently. I can create all of the farm hands that she’ll need.” </span>An image appeared before them making Louise jump and scoot closer to Jasmine as Animus manipulated the image and focused on a plot of land outside the city.<span style="color: #ff0000">“This is the best place for her farm.” </span>A scroll appeared in her hand which she handed to Jasmine.<span style="color: #ff0000">“The official paperwork for converting the land and leasing it to Louise-Ann Wilton.” </span><span style="color: #9999ff">“How do you know my full name?” </span><span style="color: #ff0000">“I know everything. Even if I don’t want to.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>