Claire pondered the question for a moment and shrugged.<span style="color: darkblue">"I can't imagine it'd follow me here, as far as I know the Hand was broken up and I never made any enemies. Unlike Ras or Nyaka I wasn't tasked with high profile jobs so my name was never spread around fortunately." </span>She smiled to the waiter and took a sip.<span style="color: darkblue">"He's young, rich, and a Troll. Trolls don't 'settle down' like we do, they have as many children as they can afford and live out their lives being pampered by women... So for him to settle for a Gnome woman of all things he had to have had his balls taken. I'm not sure what kind of stunt Nyaka pulled to manage that but I'm not sure I really want to find out either."</span><br/><br/>"They're not called wild spirits for nothing my love." He nodded a bit but didn't break from his meditation. "Enjoy it, but don't get used to it. It's not often I do this, and even more rare for me to do it when others can find me. That'll work then, show her what you need to and I'll talk to Elune about it when I've collected myself, in a sense."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>