Aya sat down casually onto the little throne (with the dead priest still in it) pulling a little nail file from a chink in her armor. She started nanchalantly working her blue-painted nails over, trying to work out a little snag that would surely rip if she didn't get it in time.<br/><br/>Oh, and she also sent vivid, horrifying images of the nalfeshnee's (the one not fighting any dragons) worst nightmare, directly into its brain. But nobody noticed that.<br/><br/>(Phantasmal Killer w/ Concealed Spellcasting, mothahfuckah.)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>