<span style="color: red">"Trolls? I can handle Trolls. I know some people have trouble with Trollish regeneration but I've never seen one properly recover from a burn. Maybe I can find myself a nice little cave or something outside the city and sell Troll scalps and weapons to keep food on the table. I feel I've done nothing but bombard you with questions since we showed up, do you have any questions for me? Nothing is off limits."</span>She nodded and smiled.<span style="color: red">"I can understand her reasoning, but I think you've already paid the favor forward. Possibly a hundred times over."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"My story and today are different. I killed a succubus to defend myself, I can't kill dragons... I've tried many times but my weapons can't break their scales. Maybe in this city the pink one was talking about I can find new weapons."</span>She shook her head and sighed quietly. The Troll's hair was every bit as long as Ras' but also just as easy to work with despite the lack of appropriate care.<span style="color: purple"> "I do not fear prison and I do not fear Ashia. But I will speak to Ras first, I will see if this Kitori has truly earned a death. The'kal did say she had come to find me, and they grew angry when they saw my mother. The'kal made the sky bleed white and crushed the drake. Ashia finished it off."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>