Eskhara nodded, the sides of her lips curving to resemble a smile, but it was merely a ruse. She never smiled, unless she witnessed the pain and torture of her enemies, and that rarely ever happened. "Good. You are free to go, Tehvar." She turned away and went to supervise her staff.<br/><br/>Amora trembled as she lifted herself off the ground, biting her lip hard so she wouldn't start shedding tears. The humiliation of it all, her hair dripping wine onto her gown, the whispered things lingering demons said to one another. She just wanted to get out of the hellhole she had been shoved into.