"Have we forgotten that she's incredibly unstable even by Trollish standards? But if you're convinced that she's worth humoring then I'll do it, I owe you that much at least." Ras let out yet another sigh and stood up to pull off his robes which he threw onto the dresser then sat back down. "There, pants and nothing else. Anything else, 'priestess'? Should I take my hair out of its braid or perform some obscure ritual that even my father wouldn't remember?" He shook his head and leaned back in the chair. "Well I only have one wife, and she's not about to be replaced any time soon and I don't, or would ever want to, claim you as my own so I think it'll be safe for you to share. Why don't you tell me how your mother is doing while you try to help me relieve some of my tension."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>