The Emissary blinked at Verena's new appearance. She hated Devils even moreso than Demons in most cases, as they are both hate good and personal choice. This was not exactly a hoped for outcome, but the Priestess' calm smile never faded. "Benedict, make sure you are the master in this relationship and not her. Devils can be most manipulative, at least demons have the courtesy to be upfront with their violence.". The Drow woman's right hand clasped her sword-shaped necklace, transforming it into her Goddess' signature Bastard Sword, an overly large Cold Iron blade engraved with several runes. "As much as I would like to fondle our fiendish companion myself, I think my talents are...mm..better suited to the Arena. Lady Ilvaria is not quite...subtle, you understand."<br/><br/>With that she summoned she stood by Orlando's side, looking over her sword, watching the light flickering of its Holy magic. "I have access to many spells of both the Arcane and Divine schools, so any requests before we head off?"she asked, looking over both halves of the party, leaning a bit on her clearly oversized sword, the blade itself being as tall as most party members. She likely had some sort of magic to hold the thing, or did not plan to wield it at all in combat. Her form did not look like it was well suited for martial combat, lacking any obvious muscle tone and any visible armor, her barely covering silk one-piece protecting less than a wizard's hat. These would usually be an impediment, but Ilvaria had just drawn a sword from her pendant, so there are likely many illusions about her appearance.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>