The'kal hopped down as the drake trashed around before finally dying.<span style="color: olive">"Well you can't blame me for trying to get some revenge. Avenging and protecting mothers <i>is</i> part of my job's description." </span>Singescale walked over to the body and dragged one clawed hand along its hide.<span style="color: purple">"He never should have lived as long as he did, I could have killed him but he caught me when I was recovering from an attack by some adventurers and I never had a chance to recover. Thank you for ending his misery, I don't fault him for what he did, he was only following his twisted instincts."</span>The Troll walked over to the body as well but began to pry off scales and plates. She pulled her cloak off and laid it out beside her where she laid out her trophies. Now uncovered most her back, arms, and inner thighs were covered in the same black and red as her tail. Her skin was a deep blue that made her look completely black from a distance and her muscles were more defined than those of a normal Troll.<span style="color: olive">"Ras really does produce beautiful children."</span>The Troll looked at The'kal and Ashia then walked around to the other side of the drake and out of their line of sight. Singe walked over to Ashia and The'kal with a nod.<span style="color: purple">"You mentioned knowing some place better for us to be? And you... er, Ras' mother, mentioned taking us to see him? The Steppes have been my home my entire life, but they're no place for my daughter, and I'd like to see more of the world too. I don't expect many places to be welcoming to a black wyrmkin like myself though."</span><span style="color: olive">"Could always do what Ashia here does and disguise yourself." </span><span style="color: purple">"I have the power but not the know-how to do such things."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>