<span style="color: red">"I suppose, I don't know you well enough to dispute your claims. Ras isn't scary, he may have grown up but I can't imagine he's changed too much. I put that man in his place several times during his stay with me, and you can bet I made him earn his keep. Well I appreciate the hospitality and I'm sure my daughter does too even if she doesn't know it. I was the only female in my clutch, I grew up living in my brother's shadows and keeping my mouth shut. It's how I learned to ignite the air around me rather than just breathe it, I don't need to open my mouth to incinerate something. My brothers are all dead now, most of them by my hand, the rest by adventurers. I my own sire fell to my flames, but he lost himself to madness." </span>She looked around the village again and stretched with a yawn.<span style="color: red">"Well shall we go hunting? We keep getting rather unpleasant looks and most of them seem to be directed at you. I guess what that guy said was true about Ras and his family not being welcome here."</span><br/><br/>The Troll looked at Sharindia as though she were speaking another language and shrugged as she dried herself off. While her deep purple skin was much cleaner after the wash her scales had lost their shine and looked washed out and dry.<span style="color: purple">"Now what do we do? I want to see my father."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>