<span style="color: olive">"Well whatever it is your suffering wasn't for nothing, it's made you a better person... better than most people in this city I'd even go as far to say." </span>Shaking her head, she lead Ashia into her home and closed the door behind them.<span style="color: olive">"I'd probably get struck dead by a stray lightning bolt or something if I tried to judge you on your past. But if you want to see someone with a really bloody past take a look at Ras' father, Arlokk. Before becoming a god he made the experiments you suffered through look humane, more blood was on that man's hands than any war in Troll history. Now? He's a husband with a good wife, a happy family, and is best friends with the Night Elven goddess. Mine wasn't nearly as bad but you have to be either really unlucky or make the wrong person mad to become a Troll god. I did both, but that's a story for another time." </span>She looked around her home and let out a soft sigh. The tiny apartment was trashed, likely raided by burglars judging by the smashed window which had apparently been broken in the past by the shattered boards near it.<span style="color: olive">"They break in here just to spite me, I don't even keep a bed anymore. They relived themselves on my pillows last time. It's why I bury myself in my work, this is what I have to look forward to at home. Anyways, come on." </span>She headed to the bedroom but before stepping through the door she clapped her hands and a portal opened. On the other side they'd step into a massive Trollish temple untouched by time.<span style="color: olive">"This is my temple, hidden from the mortals safely between the mortal world and the spirit world." </span>A large bed appeared with grooves on the sides for Ashia's wings.<span style="color: olive">"Make yourself comfortable and I'll get to work."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>