[hr][center][h1][color=0072bc]Joryldin Nailo[/color][/h1][/center][hr] There were way too many questions going through Joryldin's head to possibly hit on the one she was expecting. The new-blood racked his brains for the best answer. Unable to figure it out, he blurted the first thing on his mind, something that was annoying him more than anything else. [color=0072bc]"wait, we're not undead? You said our cells still work. That, and... if our cells still divide when they're damaged, does that mean we can die of old age if we get injured enough?"[/color] Oh sunlight, why did he have to open his mouth? There were six other people in here who could have bit the bolt, but that made twice now that he opened his mouth first to ask something stupid. Joryldin cursed himself for being so worried that he would eagerly throw himself into the fray for answers.