Karrie took a deep breath and a portal appeared behind her. When she stepped aside a massive fel guard stepped through holding a violently struggling Arlokk. "He fights like a demon, I like this one's spirit! Haha!" The demon grinned at Ophidian and tightened his grip on the struggling Elf for Ophidian to inject him. "The others didn't put up as much of a fight. I nearly cleaved this one down too but he seemed familiar."<span style="color: #ff0000"> "Cleaved?" </span>The massive demon suddenly seemed considerably less imposing compared to the five-foot tall human glaring at him. "M-Mistress they w-were raiding an encampment, a camp site! Innocents were being attacked!" Karrie kicked the demon's shin and folded her arms.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Did you at least release their souls?" </span>The demon seemed to shrink even more and slowly shook his massive head. "I didn't touch them but they didn't go on their own either." Karrie's anger was replaced with an unreadable expression behind her hood and she nodded.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Go. Keep the imps posted at every civilian encampment and respond with force should another attack arise." </span>The demon saluted Karrie and nodded to Ophidian before stepping back through the portal.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "When Trolls die, unless other forces are involved, their spirits automatically retreat to the spirit realm where they're kept, judged, and sorted." </span>She looked back to Arlokk and held one hand over him.<span style="color: #ff0000">"He's not cursed."<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #666600">"Ashia, your body is done. You can switch whenever you're ready." </span><span style="color: #000000">She looked at Order for a long moment and shook her head. </span><span style="color: #666600">"Over confidence is a dangerous thing."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>