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</div>And wrapped the blade belt around her waist, to sheath her family sword into. Aunrae stood and faced Vorn then, a sick smile on her face. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">I will go with you.</span>"<br/><br/>Aunrae motioned to her Priestesses, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Help with the defenses, and when you are finished with that, find a place to set my tent and begin setting the camp around it. IF you happen to finish that before I get back, begin cleansing a ritual space. Send the males out on a hunt for another sacrifice.</span>" Aunrae would make sure the Dark Goddess favored their quest. Sacrificing all the Moon and Sun elves as needed if she had to. Aunrae turned to eye Vorn again, licking her lips.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Lead on....Male...</span>" she purred, as the leather in her armor creaked with each demanding domineering step of her boots. She'd have him under her soon enough. Then she would see what he was truly made of. She grinned. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Perhaps the Duergar will join us. Or perhaps they will have to perish.</span>" She mused, more curious how it would go, walking beside him. Usually enough gold could do the trick, she certainly had enough to persuade, though she was looking for followers of Lolth. Followers devoted to Lolth, who would simper at Aunrae's feet. The power. Aunrae's eyes glittered with malice. Oh. She wanted to kill something now. She was excited, aroused, and determined all rolled into one deadly female form.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">What does your Matron think of your ambitious quest, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000066">Vorn Xilityn</span>?" she used his name purposefully, she wanted his attention, and she wanted an answer.