(Active Digest Attack: 1d20(11)+10=21; Hit)<br/>(Digestion Damage: 1d6(6)+6=12)<br/><br/>Calia lets out a sigh, mentally debating with herself exactly what to do with the elf. On one shoulder, the little devil is telling her to go ahead and eat the girl. That way she definitely won't get involved in any mercenary activities again. Besides, she'll probably just be eaten by one of their peers as soon as they find out she said anything. At the very least, a little more nutrition never hurt anybody (well, other than the one being digested.) On the other shoulder, the little angel is telling her to just let the girl go. She's probably been scared straight by this failed attack and being in danger of being stuffed down Calia's maw. It'd only be fair given the threat that had been delivered.<br/><br/>To buy herself more time to come to a decision, she instead decides to ask the elf another question. "Why did Lesik want the others he told you to capture? I can understand if they want me back, but there's no way all four of us are former prize fighters."