Ras nodded to his mother and waved them off as they left then muttered to himself. "Doesn't want Death knowing her name... Do people really associate me with death? What kind of terrifying death god am I when I'm better at healing wounds than causing them? Is it because I was a mercenary before I came into my powers? That's gotta be it, just because I'm good with a blade doesn't mean I'm so terrible murderer." With a huff he shook his head and buried his face in Sharindia's hair. "Whatever, mortals are stupid and not worth worrying about."<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"Out of respect to Shauna's hammer I'll keep my opinions to myself..." </span>She looked down at the crackers and inspected them curiously.<span style="color: blue">"I've never had crackers like this before, of course I've never really had real food before. Prior to living off Elune's conjured crap and the shitty food she ordered from the goblins I survived on the temple's gruel."<br/>
</span><br/>The Worgen closed the door behind her and disappeared back into the kitchen. Nyarien looked up at Ashia as she walked into the room and cocked an eyebrow at the request.<span style="color: red">"Of all the things my mother would ask of me, anything cooking related is the last thing I'd expect. I don't think for a moment she could cook anything I'd be able to stomach but I'm sure the others would at least appreciate the attempt. Between Laurence and Naori we've probably got some of the best chefs in the city. She has my permission to use the kitchen, but do me a favor? Find Leena and tell her to come home, if for no other reason than to watch my mother attempt to show some feminine qualities."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>