<span style="color: #5900b3">"I am calm. I will... see if I can convince my mother to get one for me, I'm sure Nyarien has one for her son. She nearly tripped over herself trying to give him to Ana but Ana couldn't handle touching a baby Naga. I don't blame her. Nyarien likely has a breast pump to keep her son fed so she doesn't have to be a mother to him. If not my mother then maybe that Elf woman... ah, Leena I think her name was, that little whore would know where to get one."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"Jass, I have hands, feet, and my fangs aren't just for show. That thing looked like it weighed maybe five stones, I could probably run it down and have it cleaned, gutted, and over an open fire within an hour. I am very proficient in the murder of small, edible things. And questionably edible too." </span>She frowned at him and then looked at the city in the distance.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Why haven't you just built your houses in those giant trees then? Like birds with their nests?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>