When Amere left Ras let out a sigh as well. "If I can sterilize myself I'm not sure where Amere is getting the idea that Elune can't do the same to herself or any man she's with. Oh well, this is something those two can work out later."<br/><br/>Amere would find Arlokk with Azu in his lap talking with Whisperia and the Troll druid over cups of strong tea.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "Well I'd recognize that pink hair anywhere, what can we do for you today Amere?"</span><br/><br/>Ashia's threat fell on deaf ears as the Troll looked around at the various people and bodies lining the streets.<span style="color: olive">"Then pick six that would handle your eggs, den. Gonna make dem de only fertile women here, make de men fight for de right to breed'em. Amani still die off slowly, they focus on dese women, I go home an' wash me hands of all dis."</span>The Troll yawned with a stretch then rolled her shoulders as the rain grew heavier.<span style="color: olive"> "Dis be my motha's way of guidin' my hand, she be tryin' ta soothe de spirits and wash 'way the blood."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>