Ariel slowly lifted her eyes to the dark prince, standing up as much as was possible within the dark jewel in which she was imprisoned. She stretched her wings out to their fullest extent, retaining what she could of her pride as she gazed up at her inevitable superior.<br/><br/>"My name is Ariel, I have no surname. My business is my own."<br/><br/>She was nearly speechless, even her pride withering within her frail-feeling form. The only spell she knew that could help her out of this situation had failed to work, and she was now powerless in the presence of the Prince of Hell, the being Graz'zt. She breathed in deeply, closing her eyes for just a moment as she attempted to relax, tried to restore her faith in the heavens and the Dance, tried to remember that good would prevail even if she were to perish here, the victim of her own foolishness. No amount of experience in the Underdark could lead to a knowledge of precisely how difficult the Abyss would be to survive in.<br/><br/>"...And I am not your whore." The words took a lot out of her. Were it not for the unnatural courage she had gained from her vows as a paladin, she did not think she would have been able to say them. But she was willing to be defiant, even if it was just this last time. Her companions could... would have to... continue the mission without her, do what they had to do. She would not give away their location or mission if she could avoid it. And she would truly do her best at that.<br/><br/>...But she felt such a fool.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>