<span style="color: olive">"Of course she's good. She is Ras' daughter and, if I'm correct, his firstborn so she's inherited a good deal of his power and abilities. Not to mention whatever traits she got from her mother."</span>The crippled dragon shook her head weakly and continued to slowly drag herself away from her meal and the visitors, a low gurgle of surrender coming from her broken form. The'kal walked over to the dragon and stared up at her while the Troll slowly approached with a blade in each hand.<span style="color: red"> "Sssought me out? I am not some novelty to be viewed like a strange animal..." </span><span style="color: olive">"You're my granddaughter. Ras is my son. You see me as a Dwarf now because my own body was too weak to travel so I'm using one of my followers."</span>Both the Troll and the wyrmkin looked at each other at the mention of Ras' name but neither seemed to relax.<span style="color: olive">"I'll fix her. I may have you take her out to Ras' home when we're done here, whatever did this to her keeps doing it intentionally. Some of these scars are fresh." </span>The'kal grabbed the Wyrmkin with an annoyed sigh and pulled her onto her side causing her to roar in agony.<span style="color: olive">"Well if you had stopped trying to scoot away from me I wouldn't have to do that." </span>She nodded to Ashia and quickly set about healing her.<span style="color: red">"Who are you?" </span>She sat down on a rock across the cave from Ashia and folded her arms.<span style="color: olive">"It only hurt when I worked on you because I had to rewire your body a dozen times over. This is just mending broken bones and ruined joints."</span><span style="color: red">"Ssso... you are my grandmother, in a Dwarf woman's body... and you came out here just to sssee me? I don't believe any of it, but here you are. Healing my mother... perhapsss, you would like to meet the one who isss responsible for thisss? All these eggsss sired, never to hatch."</span>She looked towards the entrance of the cave and blew a small puff of smoke.<span style="color: red">"Is a chromatic drake... escaped from Blackrock Mountain when 'heroes' raided the place. He uses my mother as his consort... you can sssee how well it's gone for them."</span><span style="color: olive">"And why haven't you stopped him?"</span><span style="color: red">"I can't even scratch his sssscales. I've tried, now I jussst tend to her wounds the bessst I can."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>