<span style="color: red">"I doubt anyone would want to hire me, but I am willing to give it a chance. How could you have been stronger than before you started to leech mana from a god? You mortals have gotten so strange over the years. Blood Elves used to hate Trolls, everyone used to hate the Blood Elves... everyone hated everyone, really. Even I'm not above petty hatred. I hate humans, I'd never show it of course, but it was at the hands of humans that... well there's no need to dwell on the past." </span>She pat Shauna on the shoulder and shook her head.<span style="color: red">"I've been drinking blood, usually not very fresh, for many years, I would much prefer water over anything right now. But I'll help myself to that lake I saw when I'm ready to drink, I don't think you have a cup big enough to sate my thirst and I wouldn't dare ask my host to continually cater to me. You and I are more similar than I thought then, I can respect that." </span>She looked towards the hallway and sighed quietly.<span style="color: red">"I should have named my daughter, a grown woman with no name. But my sire named me and he was named by him... To think Ras could have fertilized an egg. I probably would have chained him down and made me give him a dozen if I knew." </span>Singe folded her arms and smiled.<span style="color: red">"Carrying and laying an egg isn't too different from your periods, at least for me, but when I was carrying my daughter I always had this sense of... warmth and comfort. It sounds silly, a dragonkin talking about feeling warm, but it was like I was always in the embrace of something larger myself. Something that truly cared for me."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"I use their hide for bedding or mending tents, blood for creating healing salves for myself and the adventurers I find, bone for weapons. Not all weapons I use for killing, some are tools, some I give to ill-equipped strangers. The Steppes were my home and my hunting ground, but I never hunt more than I can harvest, and I never hunt those who are lost or injured. Is how I found the town of pink people and the water, a woman like you was running from Orcs. She was blue like you but she wasn't a relic, white robes and a square thing with white leaves in it. Carried her to pink people."</span>She looked back at Sharindia and shrugged.<span style="color: purple">"Her magic is powerful, but she is old and slow. Too destructive too, everything burns or explodes, nothing dies with honor. She won't hurt you, she doesn't like to hurt people anymore. Someone hurt her bad and she never healed before the chromatic drake found her..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>