Ras waited until Ibara left and nearly doubled over in laughter. "I feel sorry for whoever takes my place, so very sorry for them. Get up Nyaka, you know as well as I do Ibara's poisons have no effect on you." Nyaka cracked a faint grin before sitting up with a stretch.<span style="color: DarkOrange"> "So you're really going to let me go to Stonetalon?" </span>"I've been telling you to go visit him for months now, you just never listen. Oh and you are actually pregnant so you will need to thank Elune."<span style="color: DarkOrange">"What!?"</span>"Yeah, I figured she was lying to the both of us but Ibara confirmed it. So you need to get over your little hatred now and apologize to Sell and Elune." The Troll frowned and looked at Sarevess then back to Ras.<span style="color: DarkOrange">"Why are you a Naga?"</span>"Our little mage wants the best of both worlds in bed, she was just helping me practice."<br/><br/>Shortly after Ibara entered the temple a crushing weight on her shoulders forced her to her knees. There were three large thrones in the room but only one male sitting in the middle shrouded completely in a deep purple mist.<span style="color: Red"> "Show your respects, Elf. Nyaka has been servin' her purpose perfectly, even you have been... satisfactory with your duties. No, Elf, Mar'li has no goal nor can ya' blame us for her creation, she was made when Arlokk refused to ever let his negative emotions out. Mar'li be nuttin' but two thousand years of negativity. But while ya be here, we need someone to replace Ras, he be doin'... de exact opposite of what want him ta do. So surely you've found a man you be likin' enough to replace him. We already startin' ta remove Ras' powers, but we'll be needin' a new... Guardian of th' Dead. Find us one an' we'll do what we can ta' get Nyaka outta ya hair."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>