Nyarien finally blinked open her eyes to looked back at Rintha and nodded after a moment.<span style="color: red">"You sound like one of the few intelligent people in this city, you no doubt hate my mother but the first thing out of your mouth wasn't an insult. I respect that. Can I ask of you a favor? Or rather, you and... what's her name. The sneaky Troll, I smell her around the city from time to time but never see her, she gets excited when Ras is around... you know her? I would like her to keep loose tabs on my mother. Not follow her, but if she sees her around the city to just make quick notes of the non... Highborne things she does. Like wearing a leather tunic or temple robe instead of her armor, hitting people instead of threatening them. I would appreciate it greatly and will pay well for your efforts, much like my mother's ability to create weapons out of thin air, I am not without my own unique set of skills... I just can't use mine as often." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">"Ophidian, Sarevess was gorgeous... is gorgeous, there are no downsides to your daughter looking like her... Except you having to keep all the curious men away from her."</span>He smiled a bit and kissed Whisperia's cheek softly.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "Karren is still young and wild, and you can ask Ophidian, it's not impossible for a Succubus to fight against their owner."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>