The Orcs expression was hidden behind her helmet, but she didn't react when the elf stabbed herself. In fact, she didn't do anything at all when the elf was struggling, simply holding her out and arms reach and waited for her to go limp. That complete, she carried the elf to the door and tapped on it twice. Two more crusader's opened the door and she handed the elf to them, still bleeding.<br/><br/>"Heal her and put her in a cell. Shackle her down and make sure she's gagged." The Crusader's nodded, taking the limp elf and hustling away to one of the crusader healers.<br/><br/>Guine then closed the door and took up her stance of attention once again, a silent statue of metal, though there was now a bit of blood on her.<br/><br/>"That was unpleasant. A shame. Now. Since you two understand the difference between right and wrong, we can get down to proper business. Elder, explain it please." The Vizier ordered.<br/><br/>He nodded and leaned in, "Now, it's a common myth that the blessed are touched by the gods. Unfortunately, it was a mortal spell that caused your kind to come into existence." He was speaking quickly, clearly excited to explain this to someone, and not for the first time. "Five years ago, many nations banded together, including our own, to cast a spell that would banish the Demon Lord, the epicentre of this demonic invasion, from our dimension. He learned of our plan, and somehow infiltrated the ritual, turning it against us and increasing his powers. That is why the last few years have been so much more difficult that the one hundred years previous. In our haste to end this war, we almost doomed ourselves."<br/><br/>Lady Meldine cut in, "Almost. Luckily, magic that is tampered with and twisted away from it's original intent has many unforeseen consequences, even for one as powerful and clever as Lord Ba'lor."<br/><br/>"Yes, yes, that is where all of you come in. The blessed are vestiges of the magic ritual, imbued into mortals from the races that were present at the ritual. You are the ritual we tried to complete, made flesh. You all, each of you, have the power to banish demon and ultimately, the terrible Demon Lord Ba'lor from these lands. The magical machinations of how that came to be is actually quite inter-"<br/><br/>"We do not have time for that." The fat man cut the mage off before he could launch on a tangent. He nodded and continued with the core of the explanation.<br/><br/>"Essentially, the fate of the world now rests on the shoulders of the blessed. You must find and banish Ba'lor, you must, for if he is allowed to remain in our world, all life will fall to corruption and death, or worse, at the hands of the demon hordes he commands. Without him, the demons will wither, fracture, and be easily routed from the lands of good and decent folk."<br/><br/>Pron leaned up from his chair slightly, "And we've waited long enough for the lot of you to go about this on your own. It seems immortality has been wasted on you. We have the resources to equip you, and train you  to a point, but you will follow our direction for the way ahead. Do each of you understand that?" He asked pointedly, his steely gaze switching between the pair of women.