Vyre snarled when she hit the wall and tried to turn around.<span style="color: #8000ff">"You don't know... a damned thing." </span>Even without her powers she still struggled to get free of Order's grip.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "Yeah, I did. She was made using fucked up Trollish magic, it makes sense to assume some more Troll magic was used to change the eggs." </span>She glared at Order when she was released and slowly sank down to the ground and pulled her knees close to her chest.<span style="color: #8000ff">"You don't know a fucking thing about me, if I was normal I wouldn't have been made to suffer like I have."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"Works fer me." </span>He refilled her mug and opened another bottle of whiskey for her.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "Well that's still quite a lot of work for one man at the time, and I wasn't sure if you knew anything about her government... there's days I definitely wish I didn't, that Dark Iron bitch in the Council, I hate her and her shitty son. Shoulda been tossed in the Molten Core with the rest of her shitty clan." </span>He shook his head and smiled.<span style="color: #ffff00">"I have no interest in chasin' women. If I meet one in my day to day life that's great, but I think I should just spend my sundown years relaxin' on beaches and stuff."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>