The room simplified by a blinding light, figures, if seen, would be seated above whomever entered. Their voices would give them away as seven total that sat as the judge, jury and commanders in charge; this Council of the highest authority had summoned her, and tugged her from her earthly shell to pay a visit.<br/><br/>The Council was aware of her pleas and struggles, immediately offering peace and understanding.<br/><br/>On hands and knees, her head lowered, hair falling over her closed eyes, she asked in a hushed and stable voice, "release me of this obligation, I implore you. I cannot do as you wish."<br/><br/>The silence was deafening, her wings folding tightly behind her, lowering in a cower as well, reiterating these celestials were her masters.<br/><br/>They offer an explanation, each individual combining voice as one entity, "you have no choice, Millicent. Two souls you must redeem, otherwise face your own prosecution."<br/><br/>The woman retorts, "I know the Dark King must be taken for them to survive, what owns the second soul? You cannot expect me to know, even as the body falls, when so much lies in darkness there."<br/><br/>The Council again gives information, "you will know, Millicent, trust your instincts. Focus on the two only."<br/><br/>Aggravated, she attempts to look up at the group, her head unable to, as if a hand pressured her to remain submissive. "This is unfair and unjust. Release me. Send another."<br/><br/>They offered a final response, "you shall finish this, and deliver the souls. You will learn during your time, and you will do so as those beings must learn. The King approaches, if the town falls, He has little left before approaching all that is Holy."<br/><br/>Her request denied by the throw down, her body snatched from the Heavenly realm and utterly tossed down, the force of her soul entering the body so powerful it causes the body to stumble and crash; the pain of broken ribs intense.<br/><br/>Millicent, not only thrown back into the fray, also was handed a new opportunity to learn, a gift by her Maker. She would learn humanity, and sacrifice; all too quickly.<br/><br/>As she looked to the passerbys as a woman who severely tripped on her own feet, she groans loudly, right hand pulling to her left ribcage, wincing. Another woman runs to Millicent, offering a hand to stand, exclaiming 'are you alright??'. Mill nods to the stranger, smiling politely, "aye ma'am, thank you". The woman rubs a reassuring palm over Millicent's shoulder and moves off.<br/><br/>Garbed in the borrowed dress of Isolde's, a deep blue velvet dress with a split front, showing an ivory ruffled underskirt, the wide flowing sleeves offer an oddly entrancing look to the dress. Millicent uses her free hand to tug her fingers through the mess of hair from the fall, and inhales, cringing, now keeping breaths short and jagged.<br/><br/>She scans the area of the town center for a familiar face, and notices none; head tilting she listens, and hears no voice she knows. She feels strange, no power taken from her, yet more...grounded, a little more, understanding of the people around her, and able to see this situation of life and death through their eyes.<br/><br/>What have they done to her, she questions to herself, and is this necessary, truly, to do her job??<br/><br/>The utter panic taking place by the people surrounding her snaps her into her goal, blue eyes glancing upwards to see the darkened sky coming closer, the rumble of them reminding her to MOVE. She holds tight to her ribcage, feet dodging others as she makes way to the alley;  she too injured to shift into the shadows.<br/><br/>Rounding the corner she sees Isolde and Jimmy, Jarvan, the injured Raven, and another larger man behind her. At the end of this desolate and yet mystical alley, she sees Solas step from the portal, her eyes lock to his, she pausing a moment, whispering into the slight wind a message for his ears in their native tongue, "there is little time left.".