<span style="color: #ffa64d">"ill worry about comfortable clothing when we find a place i can shop for myself."</span>she looked at the bottle before shaking her head.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"no thanks, im not a fan of wine... now, if you can get dwarven ale youll have to keep it behind lock and key. oh im sure she could be helped but it might have to be forced help."</span>she smiled a little as she started putting the clothes away before she sighed.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"im sorry about what happened in the city, i havent had to face my past in a long time, it caught me off guard."</span><br/><br/>Sellendra frowned slightly and shook her head as nothing happened.<span style="color: #0000b3">"thats the second time today that has happened... Ras told me to ask for someone named Order and nothing happened and now Elune isnt answering. but another one showed up when i asked for Order, maybe she will show back up... but i dont kn-"</span>she jumped as the Scolar appeared though this time she looked annoyed.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"stop asking for Order! im not her damned messenger girl and i dont like being treated like one."</span><span style="color: #0000b3">"well Elune isnt answering and we dont know how to care for our child."</span>the Scholar looked at Nyaka and then Sellendra for a long time before shaking her head.<span style="color: #4da6ff"> "then why do you have one?"</span><span style="color: #0000b3">"no, you dont understand. the child is half Troll but Nyaka needed a new body and Elune gave her an Elven one so we dont know if her milk is ok for the baby."</span>Sholar looked at her again before shaking her head.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"that is a question i cant answer, i dont know enough about the various mortals species of this world but i could just turn um, you."</span>she looked at Nyaka.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"back into a Troll, would that solve the problem? The'kal will probably kill me... but i cant let a baby die because she isnt here and she rendered Elune comatose before she left..."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #003366">"i am not a child. i just dont have alot of inhibitions at the moment... and i cant say i care about consequences either... i know i should but i really, really dont."</span>she followed him and smirked.<span style="color: #003366">"and if i thought i would get off i would have you out of your clothes already but like i said, everything is fuzzy..."</span>she nodded before she tripped, tried to blink out of it and ended up appeareing three feet off the ground and fell on her ass.<span style="color: #003366">"ow... well, the path sure went to hell."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>