<span style="color: #666600">"I understand, but if you ever need or want anything... I've caused you a life of needless suffering."</span>She shook her head and sipped her beer.<span style="color: #666600">"No, now I just feel worse."</span><br/><br/>The'kal hopped on Romas' back so Vestla couldn't escape her gaze and her form shifted back to her Trollish body.<span style="color: #666600"> "Technically Order barged in, I was sitting on the ground playing with a puppy and she brought me with her."</span>She reached out and touched Vestla's forehead with a glowing hand and frowned.<span style="color: #666600">"I could... Help you not be the last of your kind? My sister the one who weaponized Fel energies against your kind and gave rise to the Legion. So I'm very familiar with your kind and how to recreate and preserve them. I can't just snap my fingers and give you your family back but your friend here is quite virile... He could give you all the pure Sayyadi children you wanted."</span>She gave Romas' flank a swat and motioned for Vestla to join her on his back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>