<span style="color: olive">"Daughter? You look nothin' alike, oh well."</span>She followed Vyre around the store to help her decide on what she wanted.<span style="color: olive"> "Everytin in this store, from the clothes, to the creams, to the toys, and the spells that enchant them, I've made it all by hand. So you want to make a Troll/Elf half-breed see stars, hm... you'll need something big to stretch her just right to please her Trollish side, something with ridges for the Blood Elven side... an' something to simulate ejaculating for de submissive side." </span>The Troll scratched her chin for moment and lead Vyre around the store.<span style="color: olive">"Let Ol' The'kal know if you see anytin' you like Sharindia."</span><span style="color: purple">"I'm not sure if I should be impressed or concerned with your knowledge of toys and bodies in general."</span><span style="color: olive">"Ya' don't know who I am, or rather used ta' be, do you?" </span><span style="color: purple">"All I know is you're Ras' mother."</span>The Troll laughed softly and shook her head.<span style="color: olive">"Your mother can explain it to you later."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>