Ophidian shook his head faintly. "<span style="color: green">your my friend and you need me right now. and in alot of ways i need you too."</span>he looked up at her before sighing.<span style="color: green">"Ras is the Trollish god of death. and he was a monster before Amere gave him the balance death needs."</span><br/><br/>Sellendra shook her head and she was finishing shaping the club with her nails and it now resembled a large wood headed mallet.<span style="color: blue">"nope, im busy with this. if a man touched her im going to turn his balls into red goo and leave him to bleed to death. i hope you have better poison then the last person who tried that, the Draenei system is hardy to poisons, sickness, diseases... its corruption we have trouble with. but we have adapted to that alot too." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>