[center][h2]Jack, the Maiden of the Mist[/h2]
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Jack heard Master Jack's request and went to complete it. She honestly wasn't tired, she just didn't want to deal with Zephyr right now. Maybe doing something else would help her. Moving through the coliseum, she came across Damian and Jamie in time to hear the last of the conversation. Conjuring up a wall of mist that would be solid, she made a small portion regular mist and walked through it, looking at Jamie out of the corner of her eye.
"[color=662d91]You seem to be in distress, Master Jamie[/color]." She said in a calm voice, as if she wasn't afraid of the guild master, though some part of her was."[color=662d91]Master Jack saw one of your members confronting Iron Enigma and sent me to investigate. If I had to guess, something is wrong. I know you trust me least of anyone, but is there anything Dragon Fang can do to help[/color]?"

[center][h2]Amelia Averyonna[/h2]
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Amelia thought about it for a couple of seconds before shrugging.
"[color=fff200]Maybe, maybe not. The River Spirits aren't evil, like legends make them out to be. They are like fire. Destructive by nature but not wholly malevolent. They simply act as they were made to act. Unlike humans, who can change given time, they have a role in the world and they cannot deviate from it. It's not Phlegethon's fault that he is associated with war nor it is Lethe's fault they he musta appear wherever discease is taking lives. It's simply who they are and what they do[/color]."