"I think we can both agree that you wouldn't be here if she wasn't. Your mother's temper and and hardheadedness are why I fell in love with her in the first place, it's also why my father... eh, drifted away from her a bit. He loved her every bit as much I do, but he's an old Troll and prefers women who aren't to stubborn. And Whisperia's not stubborn, she's a pushover. Fiery and wild, but still a pushover. I don't blame him for being that way, I'm sure his father raised him like that and even many modern Trolls still feel that way." He kissed her cheek softly  and helped her off the Wind Rider as they landed in Thunder Bluff. "Well I hope you succeed, this world needs protection. When Ibara gets her powers back I'm sure she'll be your greatest ally."<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Well I guess we'll have to sit her down and talk to her once she's calmed down and explain everything to her, no secrets nothing that may surprise her and scare her off... I'm talking about you, by the way, as far as she needs to know I'm just a perverted old Troll who's really good at making sex toys. It doesn't need to be eggs, dear. Ras gave you that orb of deception, you can make her a mother without having to put an egg into her. But we're getting very far ahead of ourselves. I know, I know, sometimes I forget there's more to you than what's between your legs. I'm old, it's okay for me to forget things sometimes." </span>She looked up at the restaurant and shook her head.<span style="color: olive">"It smells lovely, I've never been here before either. I tend to keep to my side of the city and my realm. That's fine, I have a long night ahead of me but you've been an exceptionally good girl and you deserve a reward. I haven't any interest in it, actually, but it appeals to your more base desires and makes you fuck me that much harder... I also want more followers, as any god. And what better followers to have than half-dragons from a dragon empowered with Trollish magic?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>