Hermesia didn't know whether to blush or flinch at the tall undead's phrasing. he wasn't a proper Reik elf, but she was quite aware of how easily he could break her like a twig. If there was anything he wanted from her, he was more than willing to take it. Still, she was not someone easily cowed by a non-elf, even if she needed to stay polite to a non-servant.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b3b3">"I assure you that you would find it quite difficult to find a replacement." </span>She said, keeping her voice as prim and proper as she could.<span style="color: #00b3b3">"All Paracelsi can produce it, but I have many skills beyond that which you will find invaluable."</span><br/><br/>Of course, while she came across as somewhat haughty to Ithalin, her demeanor was the complete opposite for Heinrich, whom she would frequently curtsy and speak to only with a bowed head. She caught what she thought was a wink for him and was, by her design and desire, more than willing to offer herself for his pleasure. Of course the idea of servicing a Reik elf was as desirable to her as servicing Ithalin was repugnant. That said, she was a servant through and through.<br/><br/>She stood back as the pair examined their weapons. She had no knack for weaponry beyond her rifle. Most Paracelsi lacked combat training of any kind, so she let them speak as she stood quietly in a corner, becoming as much scenery as attendant until she was needed again. She wouldn't dare act out against anyone when they were so engaged with one of the Reik.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>