"Sahra can usually keep her pants on until she gets to your bedroom, Muse rarely wears them, and you've still got the impulses of a young Troll in heat. Not that I think anyone is complaining."<br/><br/><span style="color: #4da6ff">"What lie do you think I'm telling you?"</span>She scowled and Ophidian felt the searing heat of lightning against his flesh as she trapped him in a cage of energy. Slowly she approached him and looked him in the eye.<span style="color: #4da6ff"> "Do not presume to know anything about me or my past. I never had any daughters, only sons and the only one left alive is in his crib at this moment." T</span>he cage vanished and she motioned to the door.<span style="color: #4da6ff"> "I am nothing like my mother or my grandmother, trying to compare me to them shows you only know my name. Ras probably sent you here as some childish game." </span>She raised one hand and silver energy healed the burns left on Ophidian.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>