<span style="color: orange">"Yep, three sizes. She was already well endowed as most Trolls are, so the change clearly put her in a lot of pain and not a single shirt she owned fit. She was angry, horny, and in pain for about three or so days before she nearly killed the druid who did it and made her undo it."</span>As the neared the city gates the Huntress was already starting to receive dirty looks from passing guards and Farstriders.<span style="color: orange">"I've chased down a few of the Farstriders as well, they don't like it very much."</span><br/><br/>Moya passed through the door like a shade and looked around the room curiously.<span style="color: blue"> "So you're this Dra'tha that The'kal told me about? I expected a more lively room, so few trophies, and such a small selection of weapons." </span>She only half glanced at the Troll as she inspected her daggers.<span style="color: blue">"There is no need to be alarmed, I am a friend. I was a friend of your parents, and their parents."</span>After finishing her inspection of the room she finally turned to face Dra'tha and bowed deeply, her raven hair falling over her face and completely shrouding her in the shadows until she stood up.<span style="color: blue">"My name is Moya, it's nice to meet you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>