<span style="color: red">"You know as well as I do how bad of an idea that would be. A little bit of heroism isn't worth losing your friends over, not to mention she's still my mother even with all her faults." </span>Nyarien was hunched over the desk on the far side of the room currently engrossed in something, the occasional spark of ancient magic enough to draw the mage's attention to the sizable pile of dragon scales beside the Naga. Although most of them were black, very few seemed to be from Ashia or her brood.<br/><br/>Arlokk smiled and nodded a bit.<span style="color: darkgreen">"You need a lot of things, you nearly took Kitori's head off before Ophidian had to sedate you."</span>He leaned over and picked up her glass which he then handed to her.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "Here you go my love, the water here is surprisingly clean."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>