((* +5 knuckle crackings of satisfaction* Hoorah, time to get this started. Also, I'll try to change Grizel's text color to something better than the yellow I'd picked before.))<br/><br/>It was only at a certain point that Grizel's mind had managed to simply ignore the feelings of terror that the nightmare had given him, though it was more that it finally had lost perception of the horrors of it than anything else. His sleep was nearly comatose, complete blackness enveloping his brain. He did not remain in such a state indefinitely, however.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Olive">Ow.</span>"<br/><br/>There was something blunt being driven softly into his underarm, and he woke immediately, his eyes fluttering open and quickly becoming an irritated quint. Sitting up, he told the woman who'd been responsible politely, "<span style="color: Olive">I believe that's no longer necessary, thank you very much.</span>" He was soon on his feet again and wide awake.<br/><br/>While he waited at Diarah's door until she awoke, Grizel pondered over what he'd heard. Someone had offered her a dark, corrupt power that was even fouler than fel magic, he was sure of it. It was something more foreign than hellfire and soul-stealing magic, and it frightened him with the fact that it was manifest inside her. He also concerned himself slightly for her safety. Though he was not normally a compassionate one, it was more about the preservation of the group than anything else. With the unknown abilities she had just gained, the incubus was rather unsure of whether or not she could control it, and if she were to be consumed by the stuff, it would most likely spell the doom of them all.<br/><br/>Following her down to the bar where Oglaf had prepared them a feast that could feed a squadron of tauren, Grizel was unusually quiet, and though he kept a rather sinister grin about his face, one could tell that it was false if they were any good at reading expressions. He ate almost nothing, only taking one of the fat sausages. As was natural for a member of the sayaad race, he did so provocatively, letting his tongue grace the spiced meat before taking it into his mouth, biting down slowly and making his lips wrap about it suggestively. That, one could say, was the only thing about him that wasn't uncharacteristic of his usual behavior, and as they left, he remained silent.<br/><br/>While he followed Diarah out, he continued to be suspiciously quiet. The only time he ever made any noise save his footsteps was when he sighted the Hyldnir woman. He eyed her, trailing from her beautiful face down her body and back up again, and gave her a wink. At least that had been genuine.<br/><br/>------------<br/><br/>Agatha woke that morning feeling quite satisfied. She and Kaiya had ended the night of fleshly pleasures by falling asleep curled around one another, Agatha's six strong arms and toned abdomen resting alongside Kaiya's bony and slender frame. She had no desire to stay awake, but was forced into doing so by the innkeeper's assistant making her approach to them. She sighed and gave in, sitting up to stretch her upper body and every limb with a yawn; various elbows, wrists and vertebrae could be heard popping in a very satisfying way. She gently laid one hand on Kaiya's shoulder to rustle her and get her awake as well. "Come on, we need to get dressed and downstairs," she said softly before stepping out of bed and dressing herself with her tight wrap, baggy trousers and throwing her cloak over her shoulders, all before putting on her menagerie of mismatched gloves and belts.<br/><br/>Once Kaiya was ready, she led her downstairs to the immense breakfast that was presented before them. The very first thing Agatha did was grab a plate and load it with sausages and eggs, preferring the ones that were still quite slimy. She ate like a beast, almost to the point of being sloppy and soiling her clothes in her ravenous display. She utilized her many arms to grab the firm, dark bread and dip it in the ooze of her eggs. It was as though she had three stomachs to feed, she ate so much.<br/><br/>Once they were all to set out, Agatha stood by Kaiya as they made thei way to the Eastern gates. To the Hyldnir woman, Agatha only nodded in confirmation, seeing little need to speak whe it seemed that this one was going to fill them in on what they were to do.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>