The Emissary peered at the woman she knew to be a simple winged elf, not a powerful Half-Fiend. While some magic would allow her to dispel such inane illusions, would Ilvaria really want to ruin such a beautiful thing? She would expose her, yes, but only to be lovingly caressed and fondled, completely unlike what her transformed companion Benedict was doing just now. "Ahh. I understand Miss Verana, Eilistraee would gladly open her arms to a cleric such as you, if only you ask me."She smiles widely despite the morbid situation, the Drow almost living in her own world full of Empyreal ecstasy "Though I fear dear Ariel is in an acutely worse situation, is she not? I firmly doubt the foul demons are simply chaining her to a wall." she concludes, leaning close to Verana, briefly nodding towards Benedict and silently asking him if she'd be allowed to give her a swift grope as well.<br/><br/>"Not to mention" she adds, swiftly using of her Hat of Disguise to give her a mock smoking pipe in a parody of a detective "Even the willpower of a Paladin is not endless,  I fear for our own safety if she is left in the clutches of the Dark Prince."<br/>As she finishes her words she looks all over the secretly half fiendish elf woman, taking in her beautiful and stark contrast to the abyss, almost contemplating using a pleasure spell on her if Benedict refuses her. She's an equal opportunity cleric of lust, of course.<br/><br/>((Sense Motive 1d20+24 right before she begins speaking. Her words do not change whether or not she knows Verana as lying, since she's nice =) ))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>