<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm sorry Sinestra, I'm going to cut you off...  The NPC would react after one comment.<br/><br/>Also, don't be afraid to use a skill check roll even if i don't request it.  IE if you want to use diplomacy in the next post, go ahead and throw out a roll, if you want to intimidate... whatever.   :)  </div></div><br/>With Alana's comment,<em>"...you and the protector make a beautiful couple... worry not..."</em>Commander Rekterinias roars and leaps up to her feet.  In a half of a heartbeat her curved sword is in her hand and pointed at Alana.  There's still a fair bit of distance between the two, and the commander is not making an attack against Alana, but she yells at the demonic woman, "You hold your tongue about such a thing.  I demand an appology!   To suggest that my mother and I would...."<br/><br/>Then with a gasp, she drops her sword and slaps both hands over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock over what she just said.  It becomes clear instantly to both of you what the quiet secret is between the two.  Not that the commander and the protector are lovers, but that they are mother and daughter.  Of course, now that the realization is there, the physical similarities seem obvious.  The blue scales that are of a very similar hue, though Commander Rekterinias is lighter, the same shape to their curved jaws, the same height and general build...  Even the age difference between the two.   While the Lord Protector would be somewhere in her late fifties, the Commander appears to be in her late twenties.   It's hard to tell exactly, dragonborne don't show age the same as other races, and since neither of the two women are dragonborne, it's a rough guess.<br/><br/>Her sword clatters against the floor as it bounces, and finally stops.  Commander Rekterinias points at the two women and turn and says, "You can not.... NOT let anyone know.  Least of all the lord protector.  She had a moment of weakness when she was young, and left her daughter in the care of a monastery dedicated to our order.  I found out who she was and came here to serve her, but I've never told her who I am."<br/><br/>She bends over and picks up her sword and sheaths it, "I'll have your words on it!"<br/><br/>