"Having all your options is a delightable except, as no one has been able to access their 'full abilities' since the gods either abandoned us or were driven off. Rest is something I should be able to get, at least any life or death situations will be because I deliberately picked one for myself. But getting the abilities back would be nice, but actual rest and relaxation? With a succubus around? Surely you jest."<br/><br/>He tossed the list into the 'review again later' bin, and fished the last paper for the night out of the 'in' box. "So while I am not going to protest against getting all these aches and pains removed, I am not going to be able to slow down and get everything done at once. Too much to do, otherwise the locals might start wondering why they don't inform the guard about us, and that kind of thought process leads to a significant body count. So I want to avoid that."<br/><br/>He scratched a couple lines off the page, before scribbling a note, allowing a handful of the more talented gang members and one of the better street leaders to head to a nearby ruin, and try their luck there, adding a note that they didn't have a deadline to return, but he wanted all of them to come back, even if it meant not getting anything. He authorized the street leader to pull the only wand of cure light wounds from the vault, and then put it into the 'out' box, before turning to Mirada, a small smile on his face as he easily met her pupil-less eyes. "Though I will admit, the terrified you was nice enough, but this side of you... much more... intriguing."