<span style="color: #ff0000">"You said Ras had been acting strangely too? Perhaps it might be better to start you investigation with him first?"</span><span style="color: #000000"> She paused and soon scorch marks appeared on the table where her arms were resting. </span><span style="color: #ff0000">"Kitori, take the kids and go upstairs. Ophidian, get a tranquilizer ready. You're about to have a bull dropped onto your kitchen table." </span><span style="color: #000000">The warlock let out an annoyed sigh and started to drum her fingers. </span><span style="color: #ff0000">"Arlokk is raging. He trashed an Alliance encampment. There are other Trolls with them... Rabies? No, the physical signs aren't there. What in the light is going on..." </span><span style="color: #000000">Kitori looked at Ophidian in confusion but did as told and took the children upstairs. </span><span style="color: #ff0000">"Nyaka is bed ridden, but she may just be sick. I have no idea what's going on but once you're ready I'll have your father brought here."</span><br/><span style="color: #666600">"She's actually not too far off. Mortals use items to focus their power, I can do the same. The only problem is finding something capable of withstanding the strain. Of course, should that fail we can just do it the old fashion way and simply overpower you. Though we both know that I would rather it not come to that."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>