Nyaka laughed softly and nodded.<span style="color: #ff8000"> "I dunno, Troll blood doesn't taste very good so I don't think you'd go the prison. The warden drinks blood from the prisoners there... Like from their neck, like a giant bat. Or so I've been told."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Everything is better. You need to talk to her, tell her what you want and find a compromise. I'm sure she would be happy to dedicate time and power to her people if she knew what you wanted."</span><br/><br/>Vyre turned on Ashia when she spoke up and looked ready to attack her before Inaara grabbed her. She slowly started to calm down but the mention of Ibara made her scream and headbutt the priestess hard enough to nearly knock herself out, instead of her usual silver blood, a darker fluid oozed from her split forehead as her anger literally bled out of her body.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I can't be helped! Nobody can help me!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>