<span style="color: navy">"It has been... a long time since... our God returned and so angry... I wonder if Nyaka made advances on him again?"</span>A flash of steel revealed a ruined set of Night Elven armor in the shadow.<span style="color: navy"> "He used to do this often... but never so angry... Then he just stopped coming... You shouldn't be mad... at him, all Trolls get violent when they're... angry, he's taking it out in a safe way."</span>A bone chilling giggle echoed through Amere's head as the armor started to shuffle from the shadow.<span style="color: navy">"His wife... a tiny creature like you... taken by our God you must be very strong... fear not, I wouldn't dare question my God's... decision, I am happy for you. And I would be of no use to him anymore..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>