<span style="color: orange">"Don't threaten me with a good time my love, bad things happen when you do."</span>She snuggled up against him and sniffed the air.<span style="color: orange"> "This city is strange."<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: blue">"She has the friendship of one of the most respected gods, I think it's fair to say she's more than a chance."</span>Moya looked down at Ibara and shook her head.<span style="color: blue"> "From the beginning, would be a good place. Some are chosen as a curse, some are chosen as a blessing. Ras, Theli, and myself were chosen as a punishment to Arlokk with no regard to our own futures. The'kal was similar, she was caught stealing from a High Priest and was sacrificed. Joke was on the priest though, The'kal's parents offered their daughter to the previous goddess of fertility long before she was even conceived and the priest was punished for his actions. Harshly. Who made the decision? I cannot say, but it was likely Lord Venoxious, Ras was his High Priest before he met his demise."</span>She looked back at Rachel and shook her head.<span style="color: blue"> "Dra'tha's ancestors aren't all Trollish, and being Ras' woman you of all people should know that Troll gods don't reserve their blessings only for Trolls. No, my plans for you differ than what you may believe, but we can discuss it later."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>