<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>"Good question my little mortal.. "<br/> Fridda's</strong> comment came out a bit too edgy, on the mortal part. <strong>"I am looking for an comppanion, skilled in ways no human is. One like you,  mayhaps. I have great plans for the future, not just near one, but for much longer. But the most important question is, what do you want, my dear?"</strong> tone of her voice was becoming more soft, almost honeyed, as she was starting to get into the real deal here. She let her illusion fade around her, revealing her race to the greyish alien before her, knowing that mortal men would fall for common elven features, but she was so much more. Not like the thing before her was going to blow her cover anytime soon, without facing way more questions about itself.</span>