As the axe did not come, the mindflayer glowered... His plan thwarted before it could come to bare<i>. &lt;Why yes, my most dim witted aid, it WOULD have been a good idea to attack the beast which stole an ally and was about to attack your most beloved master...&gt; </i>While the 'chat' was private with his most powerful minion, or perhaps because, he did not with-hold the boiling rage that simmered under his leathery mask. Then, speaking to the party,<i>&lt;I agree... An ally lost, is a crime against the coven... Besides, who knows what, excitement, is to be had...&gt; </i>In truth, he just wanted to shove in the 'angel girl's face, and make the molydeus suffer for challenging -his- greatness...<br/><br/><i>&lt;And YOU...&gt;</i>He stated, echoing to all as he pointed to the 'slave' with a rod.<i>&lt;You hide behind walls of thought of which -I- find no cracks, and you are dressed not in cloths, but more magic then most of us put together...&gt; </i>The onix gem which centerpieced his headcrest glinting,<i>&lt;Why are you, really? What sort of being walks in our midst?&gt;</i>He still held both rods, though both his more mindless servants stepped out of hiding, crossbows at the ready.<i>&lt;Walk with us, and drop that guard... We have much, talking, to do...&gt;</i><br/><br/>beyond this, he followed Orlando, opting to levitate himself instead of jump or climb, and sometimes offering to do the same with allies and his servants. Once more his twin rods were at his hips. Though, he did not need them to deliver his full wrath upon others. Idly, he alternated between toying with a chainbound 'pearl', which normally rested on his hip, and the ring which rested on his right hand...<i>&lt;Also, if I may ask, what do you propose we do, oh glorious leader... If, and when we locate the saint's captor? And please, for my own humor's sake, tell me we shall, extract, the asnwers we need...Assuming she is not with him, of course...&gt;</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>