Evonee struggled, her anger pushed aside by the fresh shock and fear of the paladin, protected as she was by that stupid shell of light. Those threatening words ringing through her ears, fearing for her succubus's life, wishing her to retreat for now, only feeling the minions desire to lash out and inflict pain and suffering.<br/><br/>“No! Please.. I.. you scared me, hurt Gynaith.. I got.. I was upset, angry.. please don't hurt us” She began to whimper and groan, all that power and malice vanishing from her body, feeling hopeless once more. “Please.. we don't know anything, were just here for the money.. and a crap lot of that were getting.. were spent, we want out.. please..”<br/><br/>There was no strength in her words, she glared at her succubus, forcing it out of her invisibility, the minion grimacing as she walks slowly to stand behind her mistress, limp in the paladins firm embrace, she couldn't quite make out Glyn's thoughts, but she thought she felt disappointment maybe? Or was that defeat.. poor thing.. “I'm sorry..”<br/><br/>“Please release my mistress, she tells the truth, look for yourself, were in no position to be orchestrating whatever the crap is going on” Glyn's words carried nothing with them, just a monotonous statement of fact, she may have been the laughing stock of her kind, stuck with a failure for a warlock, walking around as an advertisement for cheap mortal merchandise.. but Evonee cared about her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>