Turmoil muttered out from within her feathers.Magic is the energy of life.
She stretched out her white wing wide and flapped it a few times sending some old down flying in the wind.Its the script that makes the game run, so surely something that... Ports into it and simply recycles old code to power the new isn't such a bad thing.
She grinned to herself as she got to work on her wing yet again, hoping the semi-made up lingo she was spouting would get through.And don't worry about your gold, as long as you can stealth your way around the boss mob and answer the sphynx's riddle the treasure of power is perfectly free, a reward for completing a quest.
She winked even though it wasn't visible.And it's perfectly safe, purple rarity loot that'll last you for two expansions yet, prime Aeon tech. Merchant's promise.
She shifted her tail slightly and scratched at where scales met fur between her torso and tail.You need to be careful whose twitter you hack, and whose your putting the pronz down on. There are some jocks who don't use twitter, you need a good ol' high level friend to put the pain down on them, you do.
She snorted in amusement and shooke her head about causing her mane to puff up.Funnily enough that'd also solve your problem of not being allowed to carry a weapon around.
She leaned down and took a sniff at her lifting the black wing slightly.Oh come on you know the Unseely Cour- Ugh, of course, stupid me, of course you don't know! Now then, there's a... Lets say Guild, of fairies and fae who like to call themselves the "Unseelie Court." As far as I know they're the biggest bunch of mini-magic-mites out there and you smell a lot like one. Its faint to be frank, but its still there.
Mhm, either you live with a fairy or you're at least part fairy me thinks...