<span style="color: orange">"yeah, its not as strange as it sounds, Troll gods are known to walk amoung their people, its just strange for one to not be a bloodthirsty, sacrifice demanding asshole."</span>she shook her head slightly and followed them inside and lead them to the living room.<span style="color: sandybrown">"Shauna find your vaunted Highborne manners and bring our guests something to drink."</span><span style="color: darkslateblue"> "you let that thing in the house? the Harpy was one thing, at least they cleaned her off but a Wyrmkin?"</span><span style="color: orange"> "drop your racism and move your rickety ass!"</span><span style="color: darkslateblue">"one more quip about my age and ill tur-"</span><span style="color: orange">"turn me into what precisely?"</span>she Highbone's sigh of defeat was audible even from the kitchen and glasses tinked against the counter a little rougher then they should.<span style="color: orange">"i would offer you a seat but... you on the other hand are more then welcome to take a seat, though i honestly dont know what to do with you until the morning. i dont care if Sargares himself shows up im not waking Ras until he has had a good night's sleep." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>