<span style="color: #ff0000">"I had no way of knowing if any of it would be comfortable for you, so I got a bit of everything. And a bit of nothing at all."</span>She pulled a bottle of Elven wine from the pile and held it up for Morah.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Five hundred years old. Something special whenever we get around to doing something special. There's nothing to be done for Lea, short of sending her to an insane asylum I just make sure she's fed and cared for from a distance."</span><br/><br/>Nyaka poked their child to see how he would react and nodded to Sellendra.<span style="color: #ff8000">"Well I don't see any wild animals, and nothing seems like it's actively trying to kill us. Elune, can you hear me? How do we feed our child?"</span><br/><br/>"There's turning into an old man and there's being a responsible adult. And right now I'm babysitting a large child." He shook his head and made a detour off the path once outside of the city. "Nah, I can do without. But if you were wanting to have fun the option was open. I have a temple out here that I tried to use when I was still under the Loa's control. Harpies were here for the time being, I'm curious to see what it looks like now... I'll keep that in mind. Ten years, got it."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>