For the first time Rasha saw Siva's face, and while he was quite handsome and rugged the Satyrix couldn't help but feel like he was mocking her with it. Hovering around her cage, he and his pretty blue eyes were out of reach, and she couldn't drive the shard she was holding into one of his eyesockets. Rasha was tempted to try anyway, but that'd only tire her and amuse him. So, all she could do was stand there and glare at him, her gaze smoldering with hatred for the man as she carefully watched his actions.<br/><br/>Footsteps turned her attention away from the paladin, as two young men, barely more than boys, entered the room. She was certain she could kill both in a blink if they got within her reach, so the only real threat remained Siva. They carried between them a chest however, and Rasha frowned as it claimed Siva's attention. A frown that only deepened as they produced a brazier from it, the hair on the back of Rasha's neck standing on end, and Rasha's unease only grew as they stoked a fire within it.<br/><br/>When Siva had the squires recite the canon, Rasha couldn't help but laugh, mocking the paladin. "<i>So this your choir I'm guessing? I heard that Menoth priests liked to fuck young boys but I had no idea the rumours were true! For all your high-strung parading you're really just filth, aren't you?'</i>She widened the gap between her legs as the the squire Siva had send away return with what was obviously some sort of cattle brand. They intended to mark her flesh like some diary animal? Rasha would kill them before that happened. Adopting a combat stance, she stood ready while the metal heated.<i>"You're really clueless aren't you? Your true faith, your redemption, everything about your posturing, it'll all fade to nothing when the dragon's day comes, and your souls won't even go to your precious Menoth, but fuel the Cryx warmachine in our unstoppable tide!"</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>