The bartender was all too happy to get Ophidian out of the bar and quickly rolled over a cask to him.<span style="color: #b30000">"There's an enchantment on the cask to keep any unwanted... samplers out. Give the cork a tap and a twist and the seal will dispel. Twist and tap to seal it back again. Not very advanced but it keeps the drunks out. And uh, sorry about your demon."</span><br/><br/>"This is why I never wanted to mate with a Troll, too much of a headache." He nodded and pat her head. "Good girl, because if you lie to me I will find out. And you will find my patience does have its limits." When she argued she'd feel a crushing weight on her heart from the sigil, though no real harm was done the sensation was very real. "I said it was ugly so I took it off, you are my priestess, are you not? You will look the part. And you will not go back to cursing anyone, if you ever cast a spell again it will be a spell I give you permission to use." He rolled his eyes and made her look up at him. "You're carrying my son, are you not? I will be the judge of what you are fit to be, and right now I deem you fit to carry a child to term and give birth. Once you've done that, if you are allowed to live, I'll find something else for you to do."<span style="color: #0080ff">"Ras too soft, even with baby she should still die. Magic she had only good for making people die. She going to make baby bad like her. How she pregnant anyways? She not smell like sex."</span>"She's about two months pregnant, she would have stopped smelling a while ago. And I didn't get her pregnant, she's just carrying the baby." Nyx looked at Ras in confusion then glared at Yinxha.<span style="color: #0080ff">"Fake mother."</span>Saerwynn jumped when the new books appeared but after Ophidian explained she started to skim through them.<span style="color: #b3b300">"Who knew they were such an ancient race... they're not cursed Elves? I thought- they're a completely separate race. This is amazing!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>