The mute dragon began to cough and gag as she choked on her new tongue but eventually she settled down and took on her Elven form. Once disguised, she took a seat against the wall of the small cave and leaned against her clutch of eggs. Order would only detect a single Arcane tracking spell, and from the power signature it was from Mischa and not anyone at Wyrmrest. “There’s no safe place for us to go. You only delay our deaths. We know you’re a monster, we’ve seen you across hundreds of timelines. You may think yourself a savior of this world but you’ll turn one day and you’ll make the mortals beg for the Burning Legion to return.”<br/><br/>All the remaining priestesses of Ras were withered away and starved from their imprisonment. Many had already ritually sacrificed themselves in the underground prison they had been in. The few that stood before Ashia seemed entirely disinterested in their fates and the High Priestess stared up at Ashia. Despite the condition of the lesser priests, the Human woman seemed perfectly healthy with dried blood caked on her hands. “Abomination. Your sick brood was given a higher purpose, you should be thankful they were given to such a righteous cause. Just as we, Sisters of the Envenomed Scale, give our lives to Lord Ras.” She held her hands out to her sides and they began to glow with sickly green energy. With a wet ‘slurp’ sound, the blood was violently ripped out of a few of the priests and formed into a large blade. More blood was ripped from the last of the priests, staining the snow with mutilated corpses and chunks of gore. The rest of the blood formed a shield and the priestess cackled madly. “Come, beast! I’ll help you join your monstrous brood and their parents!” Despite all the show and bluster, she was still just a Human woman wearing rags and rapidly freezing in the snow. “I’ll present your skull as a new offering to my lord’s altar!”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>