<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Your people's clans have birthed more monsters than mine, yet we are the brutes and monsters? You point weapons and fear an unarmed priestess in the presence of her goddess." </span>She looked at Alkas strangely then shrugged.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Your creator. Like you, but made of gears and metal instead of flesh and blood." </span>Selma shrugged off her massive robe to reveal a simple leather outfit and glowing tattoos lining almost every inch of her impressive form and took a seat on the barrel.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"I like my drinks hot." </span>The'kal tossed a stick of cinnamon to waiter and smiled.<span style="color: #666600">"Toss that in some red wine, add sugar and serve it to her boiling."</span>Before he could question The'kal added a few gold coins to the pile of tips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>