<span style="font-style: italic">Alais</span><br/><br/>Alais was remaining as quiet as possible, standing in the corner.  She shrugged when Zane mentioned somewhere for her to stay, half-thinking that whatever plans they made would fall through anyways.  She was following the conversations, more or less, but she was still separate.  She kept alternating between wishing she had run when sheâ€™d had the chance, and being grateful she was here.  Right now she was experiencing the former.  Arms crossed, eyes hidden behind thick bangs, she leaned against the wall, shifting slightly so her sword didnâ€™t poke her in the back.<br/><br/>The serpentileâ€™s words about this â€˜Master Marco,â€™ though, roused her from her internal debate about whether or not to leave, to disappear as well as she could.  Twitching at the mention of controlling Reapers, she really hoped that it was an exaggeration.  Not after<span style="font-style: italic">him</span>, please, not another one, she silently prayed.  How many powerful evil masterminds must we face in this lifetime?  The thought sent a shiver down her spine, her fingers itching to close around a silver hilt.  She ignored the urge, staying still and quiet, patient.