<span style="color: #8000ff">"To show you that I can handle one and they're no threat to me, But that doesn't matter, let's go have some more fun. Anna won't wake for a while and even if she does before we get back she'll be fine by herself, she'll probably shower and get the bedding washed for us." </span>She slowly crawled into Ashia's lap and grinned wide but it stopped and she looked thoughtful for a moment.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Oh, right. I should probably tell him I've made peace with you and that our relationship has greatly improved... That might make him hate you less... maybe. Huh, when I try to reach out to him it's like he's not there. Oh well, I'll try later."</span><br/><br/>The shopkeeper had been watching the two curious but he seemed noticeably annoyed when they started to inspect the knives. "They<i>was</i>in a display. Ya damned demon knocked'em loose." He took the knife from Shauna carefully and sat it back in the box which had small arms to hold the knife up. He pulled a small tool from his vest and after some fiddling with the box held it upright for the paladin to see. "In de' hilt be an image of de Loa... or what we have left afta' the Mother War."<span style="color: #b3b300">"Motha... Mother War?"</span>"De Loa went ta war with The'kal, De Great Mother. And Ras'alhan, the God of Death. All of the Loa have been silent since. We can feel'em but dey never speak anymore." Saerwynn looked at Shauna curiously.<span style="color: #b3b300"> "That's a neat story, how much for those? We have a friend, her boyfriend, loves to cook and is a Troll. These might remind him of his heritage and make his kitchen look nicer." </span>The Troll snorted in offense and shook his head. "Ain't fer sale, not to a demon. Or a warlock."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>