Dark amber eyes observed the group carefully. Their owner, a lithe winged elf wearing nothing but rags stood amongst the other slaves, who all observed the heroes with varying emotions. Verena's showed no such emotion however, instead remaining coldly neutral. The Enchantress had been perusing the slaves held by the hezrous when the group approached. A quick 'Disguise Self' spell had allowed her to mingle with the captives unnoticed. The magic shrouded her true form, but not her beauty or skin, which was left exposed to the eyes of all. Aside from her dark amber eyes, this disguise also retained her long, curly black hair that draped down past her shoulders. The illusion of large, feathery and slightly tattered wings hid the massive bat-like wings she really possessed. Red dust caked to the naked skin of her disguise, and her curves gleamed in the reddish light. Teardrop-shaped breasts sat exposed upon her chest, adorning her thin frame. Her stomach was flat but well-toned like the rest of her body, and her rags did not fully hide the valley between her shapely thighs from view.<br/><br/>It would be hard to guess that the scared-looking slave girl was in fact a powerful half-demon, which was just what Verena was aiming for. Mortals walking the lower planes were curious enough, but this group had looked powerful enough to easily deal with her. Deception, like always, was her greatest defense now. Eyeing the menagerie of different races and characters, Verena found it hard to suppress her curiosity. A tall human she had at first mistaken for a half-ogre of some kind had been in the lead, and it was him the hezrou slavemasters turned their attention to. He was followed by two elven women, one a drow, the other a grugach. The presence of the divinely blessed women surprised Verena more than the drow. She would quickly draw the attention of the rules of these skies, who all too eagerly dealt with her kind. Most surprising however, was the illithid and his entourage. This was no traditional heroic party seeking to free souls from the Abyss, that much was clear to the demonic elf, but for people of such different cultures to band together they would have a great goal binding them together. Regardless of what it actually was, it would be important.<br/><br/>So the enchantress stayed instead of sneaking away, or summoning the prince of the Lower Aerial Kingdoms. She craned her neck, trying to see and hear what the group had been discussing. She was at first disappointed when their leader turned to leave, but a gasp of shock left her lips as he turned and neatly cleaved through the first hezrou in an instant. With widened eyes she observed as the unlikely heroes suddenly attacked the Tanar'ri slavemasters. Their might leaving the half-demon in a small state of shock.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>