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Myra glanced back to the undead man. He seemed to be following the merman quite closely and was very protective. She wondered if he was dangerous. Well, he is yielding a very large weapon, but he also is behind the times. She had noticed his older vocabulary and attire and found herself very curious. Myra had learned about the undead race, but had never encountered one. She didn't really know how to react around him. Does he have feelings? I suppose everything has feelings... Myra did not particularly like being so close to him though. She could feel his cold, dead, aura and it brought chills through her body.

"Hey, why doesn't thee contain a large amount of energy? Is it that thou art not human?"

Myra raised an eyebrow toward him. Energy? I did have three cups of coffee this morning, and I finished my gallon of water. She wondered if the undead needed specific items to stay alive, a moonstone perhaps? Myra wasn't completely sure. "Well no, I am a nymph. I receive the brunt of my energy from the earth." She grinned, "Water and caffeine certainly helps when you're as busy as me though. Say, you're looking for moonstones...is that where you get your energy from? You see, I'm very interested in other races and I wonder about these things."