<span style="color: #4dffff">"As-ask it openly then. I trust you more than I trust Inaara, you'll tell me the truth without expecting something in return. I know that no matter what happens... I'd rather lose my home because you did what I asked than because Inaara pissed off my Mistress." </span>She winced a little and conjured an image of a small, blue whelping on the table before them.<span style="color: #4dffff">"I was young and stupid. I was stolen from Winterspring and nearly died of heatstroke when I was boxed up and transported to Stranglethorn Vale. I took on a Human form, this one, and a Human man convinced me to go with them. We did things, a lot of things that I didn't understand at the time, but he made me happy and gave him access to my power... Then he learned that I was a dragon and tried to kill me. I killed him and almost bled out in the process. I was recaptured, sold, and then bought by my Mistress. Mistress explained what all happened to me and I haven't wanted to be touched ever again."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>