The Troll looked down at Kalian and sniffed his hand curiously.<span style="color: purple">"Hello. You are family?" </span>She reached over and pat his head softly.<span style="color: purple"> "Little one Amber is softer."<br/>
</span><br/>Ras stopped walking and turned on Elune, his eyes filled with fury and tainted black. "Excuse me? What part of yesterday wouldn't have me in a bad mood? The'kal and Ashia teaming up to lock and me and Vyre up together, Ophidian driving her to murder and breaking her spirit, her killing herself, her body going missing, or about how I have to explain everything to Sharindia and Ibara? Those are all pretty bad things, especially when you have no way of venting about it because everyone hates Vyre. Oh yes, the one who started all of this is going to do such a wonderful job of helping the same person she ruined. My best friend and one person I could talk to about anything is dead, I can't get over the feeling of wanting to murder my own brother and all he holds dear, and if I go home I have to explain everything." He folded his arms and shook his head. "Why? Vyre didn't hate you, why would you make it worse? She never held a grudge against you as long as I knew her."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>