Miriam shook her head with a smile and closed her book then stood up to hug Ashia, her swollen belly keeping them from hugging too tight.<span style="color: blue">"Don't worry about it."</span>Nail stared at Ashia for a long moment before returning to her meal.<span style="color: blue">"If she's corrupted she hides it well. I've had her a servant for about six years now, her Elven form is fine but when she eats she returns to her true form which as you can see... well, she's not too good."</span>She walked over and pat the drake on the flank.<span style="color: blue"> "She was shot out of the sky by a would-be hero. The fall shattered her wing and back. She's paralyzed from the waist down. And don't worry about the people she's eating, corpses from more heroes. These are Defias bandits, or were, rather. Spite is her sister, despite her name she's actually quite a coward as you saw when she passed out when she met you. Her egg was damaged by an Orc when it was being stolen so she's naturally blind and her fore legs aren't strong enough to support her weight. You'll never see her in her real form. And then there's Thrak, she's... a mix of a lot of things, I'm sure you noticed her scent but we didn't see her last night. Think a Night Elf with the muscles of a female Orc and snow white skin, before meeting The'kal I shuddered at the thought of what created her but now I understand anything is possible."</span>She stroked her belly softly and smiled.<span style="color: blue">"If you ever smell burning, gun powder, or sweaty Dwarven women you'll know Thrak is near. She's an engineer by trade and is responsible for all the changes done to the house to make it wheelchair accessible. If she's not tinkering in her lab she's usually molesting one of, like, five different Dwarven women."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>