Karren looked up at the waiter and folded her arms.<span style="color: orange"> "You don't serve alcohol this early so I conjured my own, do you want me to buy a glass of juice or something to make up for the four silver you wouldn't get from me buying a beer?"</span>Arlokk shook his head with an angry sigh.<span style="color: darkgreen">"I could use another glass of water if you don't mind, but no ice this time please. And maybe a muzzle for the mage."<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: darkorange">"Pain lets us know we're alive, and for my child, my son, I will endure anything. Well I won't question your mother, but without a translator it'll be difficult to get the spell cast on me should you leave so I'd rather it be done now and I never have the displeasure of meeting you again."</span>Nyarien shrugged a bit but didn't seem at all intimidated as she was grabbed.<span style="color: darkorange"> "Perhaps, but I was also still but a child. Threatening a Battle Maiden is never a good idea, Ophidian, but I will forgive this for now. Go to your daughter and mate, and never let me see you again." </span>Slowly she settled back down into the bed and closed her eyes.<span style="color: darkorange">"Wait- before you go... how... I need to learn to control myself temper and pride before I can raise my son... how do I change? What did you do?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>