<span style="color: #ff0000">"Mana isn't her problem, she's deathly afraid of people. But she needs money to buy her books and keep a roof over her head. So she works for me, she's not very useful as I am quite a people person, but whatever I need a mage at any time of the day I can call on her. She'd be dead without me or worse." </span>She frowned at her mate but chose against questioning it.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "You'll have to lead the way, I have the layout of this place memorized but I don't know where the individual shops are."</span><br/><br/>"Well we've got a Naga, Gnome, and a number of Elves that all see it that way. Troll culture is a very unpleasant thing for most women. They either become bloodthirsty warlords or end up on a leash and forced to reproduce sons." Ras pursed his lips for a moment then sighed. "May as well be. She had to take some medicine because she was losing her mind from playing with time magic. I would be very skeptical of anything she brings you. I hadn't realized she was going to be like... that or I would have called Amere." He disappeared into the kitchen and after a moment he and Nyaka returned. Ras took a seat while Nyaka looked at Sellendra with a cocked eyebrow.<span style="color: #ff8000">"What do you have the..."</span>She quickly moved over and sat down beside her mate.<span style="color: #ff8000">"Is that...?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>