<span style="color: darkblue">"I offered a Troll a reward and offered not to share my curse with you, but I'm sure I can find something you'd enjoy having or just selling. I don't have anything on me as you can see so we'd have to go back to Booty Bay anyways."</span>She looked at the robe and slid it on but shot Leena a scowl as she struggled to completely hide her chest.<span style="color: darkblue">"They can make leather to fit me but they can't make robes, fantastic. My sister hated Elves but I have nothing else to do so I'll humor you I guess." </span>Claire tied up her hair and forced a smile.<span style="color: darkblue">"Ready when you are."<br/>
</span><br/>Ras sighed angrily and hefted Shauna onto his shoulder then headed back inside. "Looks like we're all visiting Susan."<br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"I live in a city of misery, unemployment, and racial tension, do you really think I care about pride? If it bothers you that much I'll just go crash in Shauna's room, she doesn't live there anyways." </span>She looked into the mug and slid it to her mother.<span style="color: purple">"One more. Of course I can, I'll find ways to completely degrade her without anyone ever knowing then snuggle her as she needs whenever she comes home."</span>A grin nothing short of malicious flashed across her face as she looked back into the mug.<span style="color: purple"> "So what you're saying is that he's fair game? Good, trying to make him mine will be a good challenge."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>