<span style="color: red">"I would probably freeze to death in the city, but I would like my daughter to have a chance to have a good life. She can only learn so much, much..."</span>She fell silent and shook her head as she watched the Troll slide and flip the glass of wine around on her tail without spilling a drop.<span style="color: red">"I can only teach her so much out in the Steppes, and no, I didn't teach her that. My tail is too large for that kind of thing. Maybe you can escort us through the city some time and I can see what it's like but unless manipulation of fire is a marketable skill I probably wouldn't be able to hold a job to support myself."</span>She held up a claw and a small flame sparked to life where it danced before fading.<span style="color: red">"I don't breathe fire but I can ignite the air around me and control it just as well as any mage"</span>Singe shook her head and looked back at her daughter who was now on the floor creeping towards Sharindia.<span style="color: red">"I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around the idea of Ras being a god. When I met him he was hardly a man and probably a day away from death. I nursed him back to health the best I could, and our... relationship just kinda started from there. To think he was a god all this time, it's been almost thirty years since I last saw him but I still remember the feral little bastard he was... but I really did enjoy his company." </span>The Troll crawled onto the couch beside Sharindia and snuggled up against her.<span style="color: purple">"Don't know what most of those are, but the relic smells nice. Warm too."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>