Ras seemed to actually be listening to the Elf as she spoke but was silent for several minutes. "No, I know I can defuse the situation with Amere, but I have too much to lose by risking it..." He stood up and took a firm grip on the Elf's throat but not enough to cause any discomfort. "I will give you one chance to fix this, if this doesn't work out Azshara will be your second greatest failure." His voice was firm rather than threatening and he released her to conjure a twisted vial which he held up to his fangs as they appeared, a sickly green fluid filling them quickly. "Don't spill this on any part of your body you want to keep." He handed her the vial and returned to his seat. "Go now, earn your future."<br/><br/>Shella let out a low gasp as she was stabbed and held on to Rachel weakly.<span style="color: purple"> "No peace... endless torment..."</span>Slowly she fell over and went still, the life fading from her eyes as the shadows consumed her body then vanished in the rising sun leaving behind nothing more than a faint image of the Elf's body on the street and her bloodied robes. The crowd slowly began to dissipate, many people still giving Rachel hateful looks but many more looking on the verge of tears. "Broken, insane, or whatever she may have been. She was a good person with a good heart, there may be no body left but we expect Sister Shella be given a proper ceremony. And may the Light have mercy on her soul, whatever was left of it."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>