"Then I'll just have to find ways to keep your hands too busy to smack me, won't I?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4d4d">"Hardly. I just came in for food and heard you talking about your Elf. She would have been more malleable if you had just left her how you found her, by getting rid of those memories she went back to being scared and hating Naga and demons. She would have at least heard you out before. But don't worry, I'll make her crawl back to you and beg for forgiveness... And you will accept it." </span>Arlokk stared at Nyarien and frowned.<span style="color: #336600">"You look familiar, and not in a good way."</span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">"I'm Vyre's daughter. And now being held captive by my love for my mate." </span><span style="color: #336600">"Oh, Nyarien. I thought you were dead." </span>Ophidian would sense a sudden surge of rage in the other Naga though she remained calm on the outside.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "It seems you were wrong. Ophidian, I need to go see how long your Elf can hold her breath. Send Zelina to me if I'm not back soon." </span>She shot Arlokk a look then left the room.<span style="color: #336600">"With all the power The'kal, Order, and Sharindia have and abuse there's really no way? I'm not saying I don't want you here, just..." </span>He looked at the number and shook his head.<span style="color: #336600">"I feel so bad for your daughter, I couldn't care less about Rayne no matter what timeline she's from."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>