<span style="color: #ff0000">"I don't think you understand your own father very well. I murdered a man and devoured his soul after using my body to get him alone, and all Ras did was make sure that I was unharmed. You not wanting to fight might be the best thing that's ever happened to him. I see the fire in Relene's eyes, she's going to be trouble. But you, you might be his pride and joy." </span>She smirked and shook her head.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "So you're basically your mother with tusks and presumably your father's stubbornness. You're much more handsome than he was at your age." </span>A cookbook floated into Kalian's hands and Karrie smiled at him.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Alright, but can you teach me what you know? Pick a recipe, any one in there at all. Read it and memorize it, when you're ready we'll go home and you're going to teach me how to prepare it. Part of being a scholar in this... world of hate and ignorance that we live in is being able to take what you know and make it digestible for stupid people or children. Or stupid children. Like Karren. Like you, I could build a Dwarven steamtank by myself. I know how to mine the ore, forge the steel, wire the hydraulics. But could I teach someone else how to do that? Probably not."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>