“Well I have opinions about the other Ras and Vyre and your relationships with them, but I’ll keep those thoughts to myself. If you try to go limp on me I’ll turn you into a Gnome and carry you around in one of those pack things people use to carry their children on their chests. I have to push you a little bit so I can help you grow, but also to learn your boundaries.” He nodded and slid over a chair to sit down in front of the fire. “Oh sure, and it’s more likely your father tried to get rid of you when she told him she was pregnant. Which would explain her hatred to an extent. And then the native Ras’ behavior would only further fuel her hatred towards Trolls.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>