"Then I guess I'll have to start practicing my combat skills again." He looked to the stairs then leaned back against the couch. "She just needs a bed and a roof over her head, her mother can stay with us during the day or when she brings home a man to entertain herself. It's good we'll be getting her out of here then, I think it'll take a lot of stress off of Nyaka's and Sellendra's shoulders too. Did you work out anything for Sarevess?"<br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">"All of my information comes from the mage that lives with us, and before that it was usually from Nyaka talking to Whisperia." </span>Arlokk's expression darkened but his mind turned neutral and unreadable.<span style="color: darkgreen">"I'm more bothered by the circumstances surrounding her death than the death itself. I care little for other's opinions of her, she was family to me and a good friend of my son's. Her body had reached its breaking point, and that's all someone like you needs to know. If you're curious you're welcome to ask her yourself."</span><span style="color: olive">"Is that any way to treat someone who follows in your footsteps? She's taking the same path to damnation you did so many years ago." </span>The'kal appeared behind them in her Trollish form and stared at Korgna.<span style="color: olive"> "Go back to your hole before I turn you mortal just for the laughs. You two should come back later, Ibara isn't going to be seeing anyone but Vyre for a long while. They have much to discuss in private."</span><span style="color: darkgreen"> "Why are you here, The'kal?"</span><span style="color: olive">"Vyre wanted to talk to me, and I'm free."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>