<span style="color: red">"A little chaos isn't a bad things, I couldn't image a life where nothing at all happened. I can tell you don't like talking about them so we can discuss something different. A path filled with walking dead and tainted air? Sounds like my kind of place, what better way to blow off steam after a long day than to use walking corpses for target practice?"</span>Singe let out a sigh and stretched her arms above her head with a yawn.<span style="color: red">"Well it's good you avoided the curse of Undeath, I've seen a few forsaken walking about the Steppes and never before have I wished I could bring myself to strike down another person. And for an Elf you're definitely one of the more beautiful ones I've seen, it'd be a waste for that pretty face of yours to be left to rot in a ditch somewhere." </span><br/><br/>The Troll was anything but convinced and started washing herself off again.<span style="color: purple"> "You should save your offers to teach me until after we know Ras won't turn my mother and I away. It's too cold for her to live here and I don't think I'd feel comfortable being around all these strangers in this strange land." </span>She nodded once and traced circles in the water with the tips of her tail.<span style="color: purple">"She smelled nice, but she attacked me when I tried to get the Dwarf away from her. I had to defend myself and she wasn't strong enough to finish the fight she started. I don't fear Ashia or whatever a prison is, this Kitori doesn't deserve to live."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>