Regore smiled "your the best beaty" the walked out of the viles they stoped at a old slaver's camp the corpses of the slavers stil liang there, some burnd frome blaster bolds, other discomboste til a skeleton, the floor stil literd whit there stuff, some stil holding, whips, blades, or blasters in there hands, bothe regore's and cliff's faces darkend, rembering the painfull memories "the place holds a lot of pianfull memories" "wat was so painfull fore you, you dit not have to suffer them, they broke my arm, and dont let me start about wat the dit to Shiva" regore lookd at him sternly "we would never talk about thad agien" [member="Maya Whitelight"]