Astiria was already in some loose fitting leathers and clearly had no plans on changing as she made her way to the front door, stopping to ruffle Amber's hair on the way.<span style="color: orange"> "We'll be back in a while, talking a walk over to Silvermoon."</span>Yvette nodded but said nothing as she snuggled with Amber on the carpet.<br/><br/>No matter how much blood Ashia shed the Troll only laughed until nothing remained but his mocking laughter and a pile of gore. In a flash he completely reformed and made a closed fist causing Ashia's fail-safes to flare to life and bringing her teleporting to a halt. "Silly mortal, silly, silly mortal. Why don't you run off and tell Rash'alan that the shapeless one comes, it's obvious you've become too loyal to be of any use to me. A shame really, I could pay so much better than this wretched little city has to offer." With a smirk he snapped his fingers and the spells on the dragon calmed down. "Like I said, if you want to see me again start by killing off Ras."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>