<span style="color: #b35900">"then i would say this entire endeavor is doomed to failure because i never could cook for myself. i trust you to a degree, the same with Order and there is no one in this universe i trust completely, including myself. everything about cooking irritates me. I'm talking from shopping for ingredients to preparing the ingredients to heating the stove or oven, waiting for it to be done and doing dishes. mother tried to teach me for years and so did a couple of the Priestesses, all that was achieved was aggravating me and wasting food."</span>she looked at him and then shook her head.<span style="color: #b35900">"as opposed to what? she was left permanently crippled and couldn't walk at all without her crutch until the native Ras threw her down stone stairs and left her in a wheelchair which you yourself cured... no consensual sex with a normal Troll would have resulted in that kind of injury and the utter hatred she holds for all Trolls. she is a decent mage and apparently she has learned to use a knife but my sire was a member and eventual leader of the Hand, the same organization that managed to ensnare and enslave the native Ras and that vile bitch Nyaka." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>