Jim smiled and offered Brit a pear. "We can take a walk. From what Arlokk told me Elune's brother did away with most of the conflict on this planet but... and this might appeal to you, there's two tribes of Trolls that are constantly engaged in some kind of eternal and spiritual war that's been sanctioned by the- the gods, I guess." He shook his head and leaned back a bit. "Apparently children's cries are supposed to be made to be exceptionally harsh on our ears so people are always aware of their distress. They might be hungry, might need their diapers changed, they could even just be tired. Babies cry for anything and everything. You'll just have to trust Whisperia's instincts."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>