[center][color=orange][h3]Ira[/h3][/color][/center]

“Repaid” Ira murmured and paused. The anger from Amelia was almost infectious. The impatience from Elder God doubly so. Ira’s emotions were overwhelming. Together with her brothers and sisters, yet so far apart. “[b]REPAID[/b]” Ira began to roar. “We have been repaid, sister.” With her Molten hand she began to gesture. “This is our payment. Our father’s gift.” Her voice once again grew louder, “Yet you and [b]OTHERS[/b] take and take. Claim and steal. For fun or for glory. You do not [b]SHARE[/b] father’s gifts. To [b]WHOM[/b] must be repaid more so than those who have not yet gotten claims.”