<span style="color: red">"Assuming I can even get a job as a guard, a blacksmith may find me more useful and so long as there's a roof over my daughter's head I care little for gold. Sounds like you're more dumb and lucky than anything, but I'll take your word for it. I don't have any intentions on upsetting a god, though." </span>She frowned then shrugged without questioning the paladin. Singe finished her wine then moved over to take her daughter's.<span style="color: red">"I prefer water over rotted fruit juice, but I'll take what moisture I can get. Magic addiction? So you're... oh, I thought you were a High Elf all of the Blood Elves I've encountered were much thinner and usually mages or warlocks. I wasn't even aware they picked up the paladin title. It's been... a very long time since I was last able to leave my cave."</span><br/><span style="color: purple"><br/>
"Hunting is what I do best, hunting and making weapons from bones. I never waste a kill, disrespectful to the prey." </span>She looked back at Sharindia and nodded, pulling her tail around in front of her.<span style="color: purple">"If my father would like to see me this way then I'll take your word for it. I don't fear pain, no good hunter ever should." </span>She grunted a bit as Sharindia started to scrub her but soon relaxed and twisted a bit to help the Elf get her clean.<span style="color: purple">"Why do you fear my mother? She is old and tame, I am the dangerous one."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>