Nail smiled a little and nodded.<span style="color: #808080">"Technically I invaded from a portal in Northrend. And yes, Emily is used to arguing with her books and other... mage people. When it comes to talk to us regular folk she is completely lost. Oh, don't bother moving. Now that we have your scent you can't escape us. That sounded a lot more threatening than intended, I apologize. Yeah, about Ras."</span>She scratched the back of her head and shrugged.<span style="color: #808080">"He doesn't hate us, it's weird, he's weird, when he talks to Ashia face to face he turns into a complete raging asshole but if anyone else talks to him he's a pretty relaxed guy. I've spoken to him a couple times when picking up my daughter from his house. Even when I talk to him about Ashia he's perfectly normal and it would even seem like he liked her for taking care of Vyre. Look, I don't know what kind of reaction you would expect from someone when a bunch of black dragons are killed, and I don't know anything about that event so I won't comment on it further." </span>She tilted her head and shrugged.<span style="color: #808080"> "Everyone calls me Nail, even My Lady. It's not some secret nickname, I just don't have any other name. I guess you could call me Narioxyia, but Nail is generally easier and just what I go by. I don't have a normal mortal name but I never cared for one. I was corrupted until I was transformed into a dragonling but I was blind and crippled so I never needed to name myself."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>