Arlokk shook his head and sighed.<span style="color: darkgreen">"Can you just ignore Karren until we get outside? I don't want to give these people anymore of a reason to want to throw us out. At least not until Whisperia has had a chance to eat. That's good to hear though, when I can I'll try getting in contact with Ras and seeing if he'd be willing to sell us the mansion to scrap for materials to build a proper home. Even if he says no I'm sure we'll be able to find something out there to make a home out of."</span><br/><br/>The Naga went silent and focused her attention fully on her son. The acolyte nodded and moved over to the other who was still holding Syrenka and took the infant from her.<span style="color: blue"> "Huh, you Naga are kinda cute when you're infants." </span>He handed Syrenka to her father and looked at the mage.<span style="color: blue">"I've been calling for the past two hours when these two first showed up. No, you can sit and babysit them, I have other duties around the temple to tend to and I still need to have some coffee and breakfast, well lunch now I guess." </span>With a quiet sigh he pulled Sahra to her feet, the woman's robes stained with vomit and tears.<span style="color: blue">"Come on, let's get you a bath then back into bed, you've seen too much today. I'll leave finding a translator up to Ibara and other high priestesses, I've done my duty here. Oh, and mage? Do me favor and dispose of that bag please. It's full of vomit, blood, egg shells, a couple dead unhatched naga babies, and Sahra's sanity."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>