Ras looked North for a long moment, ignoring both Leena and the dragon. "Not yet." He returned his attention to them and sighed. "I've enjoyed my immunity? Immunity to what, exactly? You know nothing about me or Trolls in general if you think I'm immune to anything but aging, and even then I think I'm starting to get gray hairs... but that could also be from dealing with bastards like you or firecrackers like Leena. Why would I go to Silvermoon when I've already shown I can have Ashia brought to me? Dawn would love to break apart Ashia and the magic holding her together." He shook his head and picked up the recording crystal. "Leena you said the curse I wove was a tangled mess, and my mother agreed that magic was never my strong point. Does this look like a tangled mess?" A web of magic appeared in his hand, and while not as clean as Leena's it was still nowhere near the mess that had been on the dragon. "Another thing, my magical signature isn't unique, so those 'marks' my mother was talking about? They don't exist. Either my mother is confused or she lied, if you want to find out what happened you should talk to her. But I can't imagine it matters anymore, go ahead Nyaka." He took a step back from the dragon as a cold wind began to blow through the city. "Leena, did you know Nyaka regained most of her powers?" As if to answer a silver arrow ripped through the dragon's tail and dragged him through the city and off the side. "You missed. Oh, well we'll have to get you a better bow later on. Go home Leena, I'm done with all of this. Take the dragon with you too, unfortunately I think it'll take more than a sore tail and a fall to kill him.."<br/><br/>Astiria pulled Amber back into her arms and held her close.<span style="color: violet"> "No you didn't, it was just magic from that bad dragon making you think you did." </span>Dawn and Yvette walked over and looked down at Amber curiously.<span style="color: purple">"This may help a little more than just talking to her." </span>The Highborne placed one hand on Amber's forehead and simply hid the memories away.<span style="color: purple">"There's too much risk in erasing memories in a child, but suppressing them for them to deal with later in life is much safer. Hello Amber, my name is Dawn, and that's Yvette over there, she doesn't talk very much anymore but we live with Astiria."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>