Aune sat in his throne and contemplated the options before him for his initial plans had obviously fell upon a dead end. The young sorceress was very clever and it was obvious she was far more fine tuned versus her predecessor. Aune had to admit to himself that violating a naked slave and making a spectacle of his male member being inhaled upon was a bit on the less-than- decent diplomatic approach but he was in charge and by all accounts, it was his subterranean up bringing taking over the usual expected décor.<br/><br/>The topsider sorceress was a radiant site however and a different set of circumstances and tools would be needed than the normal set. Aune bent down to look at the poor state Morjana was in as she was curled up in a ball while attempting to recover from her forced march. Aune contemplated for a while before he turned to his left and with a waive of his hand, the tall ornate doors that were closed opened, revealing a large brute looking beast, something quite old and ripped from the lost genealogy of a dead species some thousands of years old. It was 20 foot tall in length and walking on two legs with thick iron chains to its scaly wrists and an iron like helmet that was hammered into its thick skull.<br/><br/><br/>“ Take her to the harrowing pit, “ he then commanded, “ She will be… exulted,”.<br/>The beast’s eyes flashed a red glow and with his command, scooped up the woman with the ease of a giant and carried her off, her wails could be heard turning into outright shrieks of horror as thick doors slammed shut, making the hall silent once again. Aune then turned his attention back to the sorceress and her wraith cohort and smiled, contemplating her rather astute and diplomatic stance.<br/><br/>“ Well…,” he said, “ At least you know how to turn property at some point eh? You and I ---as I had just spoken, we can settle this matter of the tome but there's still certain things that have to be met regardless if I want to skip them or not. You’ve traveled far --- you may as well stay for a while anyway. The way back is of course controlled… but you had to have known that being the crafty magic user you seem to be… and really the portal is probably covered in violent windstorms and other nasty weather conditions so its more prudent for you and your… protection to do so yes?,”<br/><br/>He then sat back in a calm demeanor, tapping a black edged nail upon his throne arm rest while looking at the individuals before him.<br/>“ I will have a meal worthy of your company in a few hours if you’d join me --- I’ll have someone escort later,” he said, “ No games or parlor tricks I assure you --- you will neither be harmed nor hindered from walking around as you please. As a token of good will between you and I? Half of the translation stone for you to keep.. consider it an ice breaker to chisel some of the steel from your skin,” and within Natasja’s right hand, a very old stone in a half quarter would be discovered by her with ancient runic inscriptions.<br/><br/><br/>Aune thus gently waived his hand to the other large fold out door to his left, revealing a ornately dressed eleven priestess who walked confidently with a trio of lesser slaves behind her with bedding and other amenities piled in their arms.<br/><br/>“ You’ll be happy to know that I think your suite will do you just fine… it’s a spacious place and you’ll even have a view of the subterranean ocean behind the glass. Not to worry – magic re-enforced…just don’t wake up screaming if you see the Draken swimming around. Sea dragons. Got to love them,” he sad with a smile.<br/><br/><br/>The priestess bowed politely before and with a delicate arm that had a gold bracelet which stretched upon her forearm, invited her to follow with a stateswoman like quality within her presentation. The priestess’s dress was a low V-neck toga dress, leaving little to the imagination beyond fine silk that withheld her supple breasts with her sides exposed all the way to her hips where a loose fitting pair of harem pants wrapped around a near perfect athletic build.<br/><br/><br/>“ Please --- if you would and welcome to the kingdom,” she then sad, “ I am Lyrinthia Gylndrell, 2nd priestess to the Arcamanum… or for topsiders --- Arcane. I usually welcome new comers for my lord.,” Lyrnthia smelled of jasmine and lilacs with her dark eleven hair wound in an intricate side-sweep that allowed most of its volume to fall upon her right side that brought out her Amethyst eyes. Lyrinthia didn’t seem at all bothered by her presence nor the wraiths that accompanied her, maintaining a cool demeanor yet, with a subtle sense of pleasant serenity.