<span style="color: darkorange">"You're killin' me here, Arlokk can get over his pride, just tell Ras you're going to scrap the old mansion and get to work. Tell Arlokk to put on his dress and stop his bitching, it's obvious you wear the pants in the family now and he'll just have to learn to accept it. He's not a Troll nor a god anymore, he's just a man clinging to laws of a time long since past and he needs to move on." </span>She nodded a bit and gave Whisperia a one handed hug as to not disturb her son.<span style="color: darkorange"> "I almost wish we could go with you, Elune knows you're going to need an extra set of hands when you start popping out those babies. And you never did make good on that threat to knock me up back when we were living together at the mansion. Gotta get those motherly instincts somehow."</span>She turned with a wave and headed back to her room.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>