<span style="color: dimgray">"go fuck yourself, im not your bitch... and that Troll has proven himself more useful then you can ever be..."</span>she nodded to her son who vanished into the shadows.<br/><br/>Leena sniffed quietly and looked up at him.<span style="color: red">"i always figured i would die in my neverending persuit for new pleasure... but to be honest i didnt plan on a heroic one, what kind of heroic death can a mage really hope for? i hoped to die in battle, protecting this city, its the best i could hope for." </span>the male Dragon appeared in the corner and tossed a small crystal to the ground, a recording of the deathknight erupting from it.<span style="color: darkolivegreen"> "my mother sent me to inform you of her."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>