The tears have carved their well worn path down her cheeks as she takes his hands, already cupped around hers to stand up, wobbling on her feet.<br/><br/>"Why would I be trusting da man, da hunt me down and struck me to tha floor? Until now ya haven't proven to be in good offers.." She shivered from the cold wet robes sticking to her blue skin, leaving a split all the way down to her bellybutton, barely covering her breasts. She seemed to tired out, or exhausted from the whole ordeal to hide herself in those dark ruby mantles again. With the revealing of her skin, there was also the elaborate design of carvings over her body, forming into runes and literate ancients texts unreadable by those who don't know the old language of the trolls...<br/><br/>"Ya still haven't answered me.. what do ya want from me? not what ya are promising to give me.. I don't survive on promises..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>