Benedict rumbled, a low growl deep in his throat, at splitting the group for a singular purpose.  Still, with minds more or less made up, better to support the group... and there would be more beasts for him in the arena.  He runs a single, black-tipped claw along the many vials wrapped around his waist, the glass hissing at the sharp pressure but he does not open them.  He was, mentally, still making calculations in particular for how much longer his mutagen would last and his resources on hand that are to be spent in the very near future.  He sniffs, dragging in the scent of the city, as his eyes roam around their position.  "We are not inconspicous, gathered here.  We look like what we are.  Outsiders scheming... and that is sure to make someone nervous.  I say... The brain eater, priestess, and Verena all travel toward the palace.  It will serve to complete a few... problems."  He reaches out to grasp the fiendish woman's arm, "You."  He glares at Verena, apparently considering his next few words very carefully.  "I will take this one to gather, briefly, a few basic supplies and make gifts to her so she can assist our team better."  He will jerk her, harshly, should she show resistance and slightly away from the group.<br/><br/>As they walk, he is reaching into his belt of potions, plucking one from its sheath.   His claws extend, not quite digging into her skin, and he thrusts her against the wall.  "You know that I will kill you, should you betray us?"  He snarls, leaning in, his red eyes having gone blue.  "Now stay still.  I will have a look at you.  This draft should allow me to see through your magical disguise.  I know what a woman who is wearing only the rags of a slave, should look like... and you do not."  The slim vial he lifts to dangle in front of her eyes is filled with a liquid that shimmers violet.  "I doubt you know what this is.  It is a potion, a magical one of my own craft, that will allow me to see through your magical disguise."  He lets her mull over that for a second before bulling ahead.  "I would rather save it for the arena, where beasts will turn invisible at the blink of an eye... but if I must, I can drink it here.  Now, it comes to whether you wish to please me or anger me."  He gently strokes her cheek with the cold glass filled with the damning liquid, probably the result of one action while his hand holds her arm with enough bruising force to obviously be the result should she decide to refuse.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>