For a brief moment Vyre looked ready to hurl her coffee at Order.<span style="color: #8000ff">"And what the hell do you think you know about me? You haven't been on this planet long, you weren't here to compare me to the Elves of the past. You were off murdering your people, so what do you know, Order?" </span>There was genuine anger and hurt in Vyre's voice and Ashia would feel her tense and even shake a little.<span style="color: #8000ff">"If I was fucking normal, identical to the other Elves don't you think I'd have seen a lot less death and suffering?" </span>She turned away from Order and grabbed Ashia's bottle of whiskey with a huff.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"I... I dunno, I'm more interested in the person than the color. I guess red is okay. Alright, mother, I'll go home and wash my socks and underwear once I'm sure you're drunk and relaxed." </span>He shrugged and poked her shoulder.<span style="color: #ffff00">"Ain't much time for romance when I'm workin' for you and cleaning up my city. I can't be in multiple places at once like some people so I have to choose how I spend my time wisely. And I choose to do the job I was asked to do. We can't all be like Jim who complains about this co-worker but does nothing to curb her hostility."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>