<div class="floatright">(http://s26.postimg.org/ja3tfulax/Witch.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"> <strong>Fridda Elsingarsdotter</strong><br/><br/><strong>"You got me wrong there, miss shapechanger. Yes, I was thinking of pulling an rouse over the goblin innkeepers eyes, but you presented much more intresting variable. Me, like yourself, have an secret, but its magical in nature. Do not take me wrong, I find your .. physique.. intresting, but not in sexual nature. We might gain much, by pooling our .. formidable talents.  I come from the endless lineage of storms."</strong> As <strong>Fridda</strong> spoke, air around her was ionizing and coppery taste filled lungs, as her bloodgift started to manifest. <strong>"Dont be affraid, I cna easily control my ... gifts.. should I want to.. so What say you, Changeling, should we team up?"<br/></strong><br/>She still hold the illusion over herself, as she really did not know what the hell was that abomination of nature before her. Powerful skill it had, and she knew it was to be used by someone, so why not her.</span>