"This is something we can discuss in private before you leave, but I can also just keep my nose out of his business. Hey, I've pissed you off plenty of times too. And they're not gods, they're people with more power than sense. Especially Order, we don't get along because she doesn't know how to talk to mortals and I was used to talking to Eternals like Elune and The'kal. But we've talked it out and I've apologized to her. " He nodded as he listened and started to braid Elune's hair with countless smaller braids similar to a female Troll's. "You have a mage, why do you need a winch to lift things into your home?"<span style="color: #ff8000">"I don't have any powers, The'kal and Sharindia took them away because I was too dangerous. But it's okay, I'd rather live with a family and be useless than have my powers and be a threat to my family." </span>"So Britomart is ever the mechanical genius without a hint of common sense. Maybe I'll have to go pick on her a bit to make sure my baby brother and sister don't grow up missing any fingers."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>