"Eldryn is all of the bad parts of Elune and The'kal rolled into one, he has no positive sides, no self-control, no respect for anyone. Eldryn doesn't know what he's doing, he just tells himself he does and sticks his fingers in his ears when anyone tries to tell him otherwise." He nodded with a smile and gave his son's shoulder a squeeze. "A little bit of both, then. Your grandmother is a goddess, I don't think she'd let anything terribly bad happen to you." Sahra was grumbling to herself as she recreated her anvil with a dim, blue glow coming from under her clothing. "She's only powerful when she's working her anvil and just a normal human elsewhere. She's also pregnant so we can't go throwing her around."<br/><br/>Vyre grinned behind her helmet and grabbed the Troll by a handful of her hair when she tried to get into bed.<span style="color: purple">"One hour, if you're not there you'll be using that gun to end your own torment."</span>She shoved the Troll's face into her pillow and held it there.<span style="color: purple"> "You're going to be begging me to return to my pets when I'm done with you and the others. Try not to die on me." </span>She released the Troll and headed for the door.<span style="color: purple">"Remember, one hour or I'll be beating that Trollish spirit out of you and everyone else who doesn't show."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>