<span style="color: darkgreen">"No, I was a Troll, it's The'kal that wasn't. Being able to transform again may help but I can ask the jungle spirits for their blessing, it'll be quicker and easier, they also owe me more favors than I'll ever be able to call them on." </span>Karren took a bite of her bread as she looked around the jungle canopy, but was quick to spit it out with a shudder.<span style="color: orange">"Old habits die hard, and eating is definitely a habit... We'll want it close to the den, and probably with a good layering of leaves below it for when the chicks first start trying to fly." </span>She walked around a bit then conjured a box a bit shorter than Whisperia and moved it up between four of the paths leading to different parts of the house.<span style="color: orange">"Maybe here so we can see the chicks in their nest?"</span><br/><br/>Due to her half-draconic heritage the blades bounced off her skin without her even reacting.<span style="color: blue">"Well considering she may plow two children into your granddaughter and nearly cripple your daughter I'd like to think that shit hole of a city is something you should keep in mind."</span>She sat the pad down with an amused smirk and easily disarmed Sharindia then pinned her to the floor where she sat on her back.<span style="color: blue"> "So let's try this again. Nalo may end up siring quite a few very strong and healthy grandchildren for you and my mother's drinking habits are going to put her on Nalo's bad side. What do you think I should do about it? I could kill Nalo quite painfully, or I could save her from her current torture and let her go on to strengthen your family's bloodline. I want you to decide."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>