<span style="color: #4dffff">"I don't think there are any that I can't read, or more specifically translate. There might be some obscure chicken scratch language used by like murlocs or kobolds but for the most part I can read anything presented to me. It's a trait of being a Blue dragon...ling. I can translate books for you if you'd like to go visit a library some time."</span><br/><br/>Yinxha would find Vyre sprawled out on the floor of the small room, deep gashes covered her body and judging by the stains on the bedding she was tangled up in the wounds were fresh. She let out a warning growl but otherwise didn't respond to the Troll's presence. Upon closer inspection Vyre had practically flayed her own face which was twisted in agony and her claws were embedded in her sides which dripped with blood. Yinxha would feel warmth spread from her necklace to her hands as Ras imbued her with his power to heal the Elf.<br/><br/>((I didn't expect you to so no worries, we'll come back to it later.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>