<span style="color: purple">"I think it would, it'd certainly slow her down and keep her out of trouble, a pregnant rogue is a harmless rogue. We could take her home with us and not even have to worry about her going and getting arrested." </span>Elerona looked at the blood on her hand and licked it clean.<span style="color: purple"> "As I said, little rogue, it will take a lot to stop me, just slitting my throat isn't going to do anything. Especially not when I heal faster than you can cut me."</span>Claire seemed to fade further into the shadows and shook her head.<span style="color: darkblue"> "She's your pet, defend her until you're blue in the face, she's still a demon and I have no intentions on befriending her."</span><span style="color: purple">"A city of false peace, Mistress."</span>She let out a soft sigh and stepped forward.<span style="color: darkblue">"For someone who deals with issues of the mind your own memories aren't very good. Your father was arrested over a lie and we were both left homeless when mother threw us out. Mother was a piece of shit, and ruined the lives of everyone she got involved with... I cherished watching her drown in her own blood."</span>A fairly standard looking but bloodstained dagger appeared in Susan's lap.<span style="color: darkblue"> "That's what ended her, it's my pride and joy."</span><span style="color: purple">"What do you think Mistress? Should we make her a mother then look into finding a new job for her? Something a little more fitting for the sister of a priestess?"</span><span style="color: darkblue">"Touch me and I promise you'll regret it."</span>Elerona looked over at Susan and raised an eyebrow.<span style="color: purple"> "Mistress?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>