<span style="color: red">"This is peaceful, a bit cold but peaceful. Walking around the plains and talking, nothing is exploding, nobody is on fire, my daughter's not bashing some orc's head open with a rock." </span>She laughed softly and nodded.<span style="color: red">"It was a joke. I don't think your fellow citizens would appreciate me walking around and heating the air or launching fireballs into the sky. Alright well let's talk about something else then? You mentioned a dead scar? What is that?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"Do we have any proof of that? All I have is the words of strangers and a Dwarf who made the sky bleed. I met that creature, Ashia, I could be like whatever she is, just a monster." </span>She looked back at Sharindia and shrugged.<span style="color: purple">"My mother's jaw has been ruined most of my life, she hasn't been able to speak until today. Everything I know, I learned from the steps and the adventurers that pass through it."</span>The Troll paused for a moment then slowly nodded.<span style="color: purple">"Small purple women? Wings and horns? I met one once, she was running from an angry Dwarf. Her horns made for good daggers but I wish I didn't have to kill her. That's a lot of children, I would like to meet them but I don't think he needs to add me to his life. I will find this Kitori and end her, to bring shame to ones patriarch is ultimate insult."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>