The Troll sniffed the air and frowned. "By that hot headed dancer, I can smell the smoke on you... I guess she's taken a liking to you." He nodded and motioned to a box on the counter. "Let me get this packed up and you're free to go. And give your God of Snakes my regards."<span style="color: #b3b300">"Actually he's the god of death and poison." </span>The Troll laughed softly and shook his head. "He ain't no god, girl. None of them 'Loa' are. He was a man who was good with a knife and not getting caught. Nothing more than a savage who lived in a savage time." He finished packing Shauna's things and shook his head. "Things aren't too much better these days, but at least we punish our serial killers now."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>