Singe looked at Ashia's hand as though it were completely alien to her before taking it. The Troll pulled on her cloak and tucked her scales and stones away into its hidden pockets then took Ashia's hand without the same hesitation her mother had. Her purple eyes shining brightly through the unnatural shadows of her cloak.<span style="color: olive">"I'll make it up to you when we get home. When we have a home."</span>The'kal whistled sharply and the Dwarf stumbled as the goddess' glow left her eyes. "Oi, by the Firelord's arse I got a killer headache. What'd she use me body fo..." The Dwarf looked at the dead drake then to Singe and the cloaked Troll. "Nope." Without saying anything else she hoped onto her gryphon and took off towards the entrance to the mountain.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>