Ras frowned a little and sighed. "She seems to get hung up on that a lot... Right, right. Vess always being the responsible one. So far the Night Elves were useless, I have to give Amere this whistle made out of something precious to me. And Trollish traditions are pretty awful, but I guess the feast could be good. I don't really know who else can cook in the family though."<span style="color: #006600">"I know you're a master chef, but Whisperia and I have lived this long being able to cook. And I bet Sharindia can cook too."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"Right... the only thing loose looked to be her." </span>Rayne slowly walked into the room still holding the books Zelina gave her before their last fight.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "I wouldn't expect you to do anything for me, I am just a lowly mortal and you're a goddess after all. But I would like a... whatever this is."</span>She held up one of the books and pointed to a loom for weaving fabric together.<span style="color: #a64dff"> "I want to try uh... channeling my inner demons into something productive. I want to learn to make something and cloth seems like a good starting place."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>