Ras looked over at Ibara with a shrug then made sure his fangs were gone. "What?"<br/><br/>"You shouldn't have killed her in public, this whole thing, never should have been public. People looked to her for guidance, for someone to talk to, she was more... human than any of the other priestesses, we all knew she had a darkness inside her, but it made her more down to earth and friendly. And you've done nothing but a huge disservice to her and your people, instead of thinking she passed peacefully, the final memories we'll all have of her will be of you breaking her publicly and grinning. You will pay for this Rachel, insane or not the way you treated her was unacceptable... even for a Death Knight. But I'm sure you're quite proud of yourself regardless." The speaker turned away and headed for the city gates. Inside the temple Rachel would find that Shella didn't even have a bedroom, her few belongings in a stained and splintered crate next to a mattress in the far corner of the dungeon. But the box only contained a single wedding ring, a handful of nearly unintelligible diaries describing the slow and painful breakdown of her mind, and a huge stack of every drawing and letter she had been given by the people of the city during her time there.<br/><br/>As the Elf appeared she was greeted by a knife at her throat as Ras continued cooking with the other hand. "I don't like people appearing this close to me." The blade vanished and he took the dinner off the heat to listen when she mentioned Amere. He looked at the vial and shook his head before taking it and pouring a small drop on his hand, the flesh almost instantly melting away leaving behind the charred bone. With a flash his hand was back to normal and he drank the rest. "I'd say you were one of Ibara's cronies, I gave them the same venom to drug Ibara, but this is still fresh... you have my attention." He listened intently and nodded after a moment. "Alright, I'll keep her distracted."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>