"I really couldn't care less, you dragons are all soulless animals to me. Even Murlocs and Harpies are capable of thought and communication. You sound an awful lot like a Gnome, you should probably stop before I start treating you like one." Ras looked up at the ghost then to the Human across the room who was quite content distracting himself by scribbling something down.<span style="color: blue">"Or what? You'll kill usss? Attack the very ssshadows you cower in?" </span>The ghost melted away into the shadows with a mocking laughter. "Sounds like it respects your family even less than I do, that probably doesn't bode well for you." The dragon's blood smoldered harmlessly on Ras' robes but he didn't let her stand back up, instead wrapping his arms around her like he often did to Amere when she sat on his lap. "The Darkspear have their own gods, own traditions, and they're smart. I'm also not strong enough to try and convert all of them, hell I'm not strong enough to do very much these days. Without followers I'm slowly dying, and it's quite pitiful, when I was still just a demigod and didn't have to worry about such things I could resurrect a whole city then go home and fuck Amere until she passed out.  These days? I'm lucky to have enough energy to be a husband and a father, let alone a lover."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>