<span style="color: #0059b3">"I am not Aviana, I don't know who you are or who you think you are to barge into this mind and make demands. If these two weren't here I'd seen you thrown out and fed to the harpies!" </span>The Troll held her head in one hand and let out a sigh of annoyance.<span style="color: #59b300"> "Tings were fine until the Old Gods began tryin' ta talk to her. Whispers began to confuse her an' we had to step in again, to make sure she stayed safe. Only Iriaan knows what's goin' on out there, but she ain't ever speakin' up cuz this one here won't stop yellin'." </span>The young Iriaan pressed herself to Elune while the Troll faded away with a nod.<span style="color: #0059b3"> "Fine, but when she dies her blood is on your hands."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>