Order shook her head with a smile.<span style="color: #ffff00">"most matriarchs were paranoid tyrants looking for a reason to act on their burning insanity."</span>she shook her head and looked over at Delithia.<span style="color: #ffff00">"they can see through my disguise... first i would frighten them then they would begin asking questions that would only hurt them and me to answer. it happened just yesterday when a Night Elven refugee made the mistake of telling a heartbroken Seraphim man about me and bungling it so badly i had to intervene."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #404040">"from the smell no one but a Troll or Dragon could withstand such heat."</span>she looked at the fish and frowned faintly.<span style="color: #404040">"this feels like something i actually need the fork for."</span>she picked up her knife in her other hand and set to breaking the fish up into chunks so she could eat it. after the first bite she frowned faintly before she shrugged a bit.<span style="color: #404040">"it smells spicier then it is."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>