<blockquote><div><cite>Kelso wrote:</cite>"That's all I know. Now if you aren't going to eat me, in the name of the Gods, give me a swift death and be done with it."</div></blockquote><br/>Saraphina lets out what seems to be a lighthearted laugh before responding, "No."<br/><br/>"My dear Kelso, that isn't how it works. When you threw down your blade you gave up a great many things, among them your ability to choose how and when you die."<br/><br/>She glances at Tolren, "You see, we have quite a few healers among us, so even if you wanted to run or fight, we could just cut you down and patch you up. There is no getting away from me without my say so."<br/><br/>"But I am not a cruel mistress. I don't keep you to torment you. I keep you because I think you could be of use to me."<br/><br/>"You shouldn't resist my will. A few moments ago you thought you would eat me. Then you thought I would eat you. Then you realized that there are worse things than being digested. Don't think that you can resist me. If you do, you will discover some things about yourself that will make you weep. You will realize that with enough pain, you will cease to be you. You will say whatever I want you to, do whatever I tell you to. Your mind will fracture, bits of you will watch in anguish and horror as other bits of you do my bidding."<br/><br/>"Do as I say, whatever I may say, and your life, and when the time comes, your death, will be inconceivably less unpleasant."<br/><br/>Saraphina then pulls out a set of manacles from her pack and binds Kelso's hands behind his back.<br/><br/>"Tolren, see if there are any priests with some healing left in them. Go with haste as we still need to be bandaged up before we enter the inn, and time is very much of the essence."<br/><br/>A smirk crossed Saraphina's face, a tell to those who had known her long enough that she was contemplating a dastardly act.