<span style="color: blue">"Tough luck, she's the mate of what is pretty much a Trollish god. Fortunately she didn't see through my bluff otherwise she probably would have stayed longer to harass us."</span>With a soft sigh a sip of her wine she flipped through the pages of the book and began to write out the spell.<span style="color: blue"> "Her mate owes me a few favors so I have no reason to fear him, and nor should you, if she tries anything it's just a matter of me pouting my lips and batting an eyelash to get you back. Hm, this spell is simpler than I first thought, that takes the fun out of finding a solution though."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>