[center][h2][color=CD853F]Thozna Scrapblast-of-Norplain[/color][/h2][/center]
[center]Chatting with Malleck ([@Enigmatik]) and Athulwin ([@Tortoise])[/center]

Thozna would have understood Malleck's distrust more if she hadn't known of his species's penchant for slavery. If one had a problem with the killing of outsiders it would only be logical to assume they didn't use forced labor, for both fates were the ultimate deprivation: the theft of the self. Her people took lives, Malleck's took souls, and yet he felt he had some sort of high ground over her? Preposterous.

Her peacemaking efforts dissipated in an instant, the Gnoll's tail swishing in annoyance as she eyed the painted pup.

[color=CD853F]"Your people take child from parent and husband from wife as surely as do mine; spare me your talk of innocents. We sit at the edge of a slave market stocked by Ainok hands, and if I were to hazard a guess I'd say that some within the Caravan have lost their own to Dinnin."[/color]  

She turned to face the elder again, bowing respectfully to Athulwin. 

[color=CD853F]"I plan to visit the city. Is there anything you would like me to bring you?[/color]