<span style="color: olive">"Well she's..."</span>The'kal paused for a moment and looked back at the Troll.<span style="color: olive">"At least twenty-five years old? That's a lot of time to practice, not to mention being part dragon and having to run for her own life from the would-be heroes of this world." </span>The Troll narrowed her eyes further but seemed to lack the hot-blooded instincts of her father and remained quiet on her perch, her tail slowly coiling up onto her lap where she held it. Like everything else about Trolls, her tails was thinner than and longer than a normal wyrmkin, but also more flexible to compensate.<span style="color: red">"Dragons are ugly... I like the pink people by the water."</span><span style="color: olive">"Oh no you don't, I'm having my fun with this one. He hurt and has continued to abuse a mother. The mother of my first grandchild at that, oh no, I'm not going to let you murder him. I still think it'd be fun to drop these two off at Ras' place and watch him try to wrap his mind around how he got a dragon pregnant." </span>The Troll watched The'kal heal her mother with a child-like fascination.<span style="color: red">"My name? I don't have one."</span><span style="color: olive">"You're half-troll so by Trollish norm you'd be Rashal'aka, since you're his biological daughter but since he hasn't raised you, and almost never goes by his full name, we could use your mother's name."</span>She looked at the wyrmkin who stood up and felt herself over to see if anything was sore then looked down to the Dwarf.<span style="color: purple">"I... thank you. I have naught to offer you for such a kindness. The drake you seek visits every other day, he perches atop of the ogre hill in the distances and terrorizes them until they chase him off. Then he visits me and leaves. He's been driven insane by the experiments he suffered in that horrible mountain, even if he hadn't done this to me, death would still be a mercy for him."</span>A smile slowly spread across her face as she gazed off into the distance.<span style="color: purple">"You said you were Ras' mother in a different body? Is that little ball of venom and fury still alive? I've missed him every day since he left."</span><span style="color: olive">"He's a changed man, he's got his own family, he's ascended to a loa, but he still can't keep his nose out of trouble." </span>The wyrmkin smiled softly and nodded.<span style="color: purple">"I'll have to seek him out of these days. But where are my manners, I am called Singescale. Not the nicest of names, but I wear it with pride as a gift from my patriarch." </span><span style="color: olive">"Singe'aka." </span>The Troll shook her head quickly and the wyrmkin seemed to agree.<span style="color: purple">"Troll naming conventions are silly. Come, let us venture outside. I wish to stretch my legs for the first time in many years."</span>With a nod The'kal and the Troll followed Singescale out of the cave.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>