The Troll looked up at Ashia with the same irritating smirk her father often had and motioned to the small pile of scales and single metal plate she had taken.<span style="color: red"> "Trophies are yours, but new daggers don't make themselves." </span>She held out one blade which looked to be made of ogre bone and scorpid shells. With a flick of her hair she walked past Ashia and used her cloak as a bundle to carry her things over her shoulder. The'kal fought back a snort and Singe looked down at her.<span style="color: purple">"You dispute her claims?"</span><span style="color: olive">"No, no, it is a very... open minded city on the surface but Ashia here is hated and feared by everyone, and she keeps the city cleaner than the city's law enforcement. There was a Naga living there for some time and the temple's high priestesses all tried to kill her and failed. I think we should take her meet Ras, she may like Mulgore more than Silvermoon. And I'm sure Ras would <i>love</i> to see Singe again and meet his daughter. But since I know the last thing you want is to have him remove your head why don't you drop us there off there and go pay Mira a visit? She works at the tailor shop across the plaza from Nalo's building." </span>The Troll walked back over to the drake and climbed on top of it but she seemed more interested in the rock that buried half of the beast in the ground.<span style="color: red">"The rock is cold."</span><span style="color: olive">"It's from a passing comet, would you like a piece of it? It'll serve your far better than pieces of that corpse." </span>The Troll nodded and the rock began to crumble into smaller pieces which the half-breed quickly occupied herself with sorting through.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>