Karrie let out an annoyed 'humph' as she was captured and folded her arms, but remained as emotionless as ever. She looked to Ashia and shrugged.<span style="color: red">"It's the currently the best course of action. Let you fuck my sister until she's behaved, keep you around for regular sessions with her, then when Whisperia either gets her shit together or throws Karren away I deal with you. How I would deal with you would really depend on how things unfolded. I'm not above murder, but I'm not one to go out of my way to kill someone either."</span>Karrie looked to the High Priestess and motioned vaguely.<span style="color: red">"Kitori, the half-Elf who runs the stables. Her father's stubbornness and power, the will of a soldier. She'd make a good owner for the beast, goes into heat too." </span>The warlock shrugged and looked into the priestess' eyes.<span style="color: red">"That's all you have for me? Threats and a trap designed for imps?" </span>Shaking her head the circle shattered and the warlock sat down across from the priestess.<span style="color: red"> "Killing you when you outlive your usefulness was one path, the other was to thank you for your services and let you live in peace. I am not my sister, I don't lie or make empty promises, I don't cheat or threaten. I don't have to, with the power at my disposal I don't need to suck up to people to get what I want and need."</span>She stood back up and approached Ashia.<span style="color: red">"You know what I want, and I can make it happen safely. But since this is a deal, what do you want from me?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>