"Hmph. You may be a blessed, but you're no saint it would seem. Send for some wine."  The Vizier sniffed.  Guine opened the chamber door and spoke with the guards there.  It took only a few moments to have a cup of swirling and strong strawberry wine in Min's clutches,  a pitcher of it on the table.<br/><br/>"And how do we bring you back,  dark elf?" The fat human asked the shortest person in the room.  The smell of blood from Ava's dramatic exit still filled the room.