Verena carefully stepped out of hiding as the battered demon teleported away. The half-demon was honestly impressed, making a Molydeus flee was quite the achievement. Those demons were second only to the princes themselves, and ever other demons feared them. She had never expected anyone to survive an encounter with one, even less seeing them be victorious. "Your skill is unmatched, my saviors, I weep for your friend but this is a remarkable victory." While the others shortly discussed their plans, she glanced around, keeping an eye out while thinking of her own plans. It was clear that if she was discovered, she would be sorely outmatched by the group and as such she needed to be extra careful. The knowledge they had of the Abyss surprised her. A backdoor into Zelatar? Verena knew plenty who would be interested in that information. The knowledge, skill and diverse nature of the group told her once more that these so-called heroes likely had a far greater goal here, something that would be of extreme interest to her and those she served.<br/><br/>The half-fiend's pondering was rudely interrupted by Zixx's sudden accusation. His angry, telepathic words made her take a careful step backwards, right into Benedict's arms. She froze up as the alchemist would instantly be aware of the discrepancy between sight and touch. There was no tickling of the feathers of her wings, instant there was the smooth touch of a more leathery surface. Skin that should be bare was covered by an unseen layer of cloth. Her black heart pounded in her heart as the mighty beastman slowly spoke to Illithid. A dark tint came unbidden to her cheeks at his intimate touch, a soft gasp leaving her lips as Benedict fondled her. Verena closed her eyes and let a low moan out while the alchemist rubbed her sensitive nubs through the magically hidden cloth.<br/><br/>It was easy for the half-demon to act weak, and aroused within the powerful man's arms. Though his interest in her did excite her, it would make it easier for her to manipulate this warrior if he felt desire or even infatuation for her. Feigning a carefully recovery from the sudden accusation and embrace, she coughed softly. "Like I said, I can relate my full story when we're safe, so I'll keep it short and simple now. I used to be the cleric-queen of a mountain kingdom until I was betrayed and cast into Abyss. Somehow my goddess protection remained after my descent, allowing me to remain hopeful and unbroken during my stay here. I've seen many horrors of the Abyss. The...magic you sense is likely my goddess protection, as for being unable to read my thoughts...well...I have no doubt the Goddess would ward me from evil creatures."<br/><br/>The web of lies Verana had woven was more or less secure now, it remained to be seen if these heroes tried it's strength now or if it would be torn later. In either case, she still had many lies to spend to keep their trust. The half-demon felt somewhat more secure now, even if it remained to be seen if Benedict would betray what he had felt to the others. "If she is still alive or sane after we have rested, I can send a message to our lost ally." Verena offered, while walking close to Benedict. She feigned a blush at the alchemist's request. "I could fly across, but my wings have suffered while down here, so...thank you, if you could jump us both across." Verena smiled inside her mind, Benedict seemed quite taken by her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>