"Old habitssss die hard." The snake slithered further into the room and shifted into an older Troll who looked suspiciously like Ras down to the braid of blood red hair. "Old man always liked ta pick fights with gods." He extended a hand and offered Whisperia a jeweled shaped like a serpent's eye. "Dis will let you see and talk ta his old stupid self. Until ya goddess can fix him. Next time he picks a fight me broddas ain't comin to help him. Our debt be paid."<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"I am not and I have never been feminine! I am a warrior and a weapon, but now I belong to The'kal."</span>Both Order and Ashia would feel The'kal's urge to slap Vyre, though she didn't just yet.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "I want to trust you... And I do but you're asking so much of me, I just don't know how to do what you're telling me to do."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>