"Maybe, but I doubt I have the sex drive to keep up with you, Shauna, and a harpy while maintaining being a proper father to the children. If you ever feel frisky enough we should go out to Feralas and take a good look at them, Karren got hers from here on the Plains so I'd want one from somewhere else."<br/><br/>In the office sat a male Troll with a heavily tattooed face and chest, leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on the desk. Although he had two daggers clipped to his belt he clearly didn't seem to be too alarmed by Elune's presence or her prisoners.<span style="color: green">"Ya say ya want business but ya be comin' in here wit some a' me boys."</span>He looked past Elune and at the gang members then shrugged.<span style="color: green"> "Kill'em all if ya want, ain't gonna negotiate for dere safety if dat's what ya after. Dey done fucked up an' fucked 'round enough. But sure, I love business, ifn I didn't I wouldn't in dis here city."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>