Rachel waved one hand reforming the blade and then she shook her head.<span style="color: #0000ff">"and what right did you have to keep them away from me? what if someone had kept you away from me? you need to stop worrying about protecting me and start working on building a life here. there are nearly a hundred women in the village, try to make a friend at least. until we have evidence to suggest otherwise we will call him Ras and if i hear one more racist comment out of you i will slap the tusks out of your mouth."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"maybe you can talk to our Ophidian about making a few improvements to his kitchen, he may be able to go from being four feet to ten feet tall smooth and easy but i don't have that luxury... at least not always."</span>she chuckled and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000">"are all Rases too charming for their own good? i am loving the island but then again i was born and raised in Stranglethorn, this is bright without the sweltering heat and endless humidity."</span>she smiled brightly as she worked on each plate.<span style="color: #ff0000">"i only know how to do this recipe for eight to ten people so the more the merrier. but as you can see i am making plates so do go fetch the guest of honor." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>