<span style="color: darkorange">"No, the high borne having his son, I don't want to say her name in case she hears and decides to show up. And trust me, she makes a game out of showing up at the worst times to make me as miserable as possible. So basically Trolls and Elves getting along is merely a legend? I want to believe there's still hope for Jen but I'm not going to hold my breath. I have Jen and Sell to protect me, and I only need to carve up a side of a tree, not actually cut it down like those other druid seem to think." </span>She shook her head and sighed.<span style="color: darkorange"> "It's okay Mistress, I'll have children to bring chaos into my life soon enough."</span><br/><br/>Ras yawned quietly as he prepared breakfast for his family. "Sharindia, I have two jobs for you. The payment is an unspecified amount of alone time with me doing whatever you want, the time will be based on your success at completing the tasks."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>