ania looks up and fear and takes a deep breath "alright, I don't really have a choose do I" ania walked up next to the armoured woman "what is this servants of light stuff about, and why are you calling me one. im a dark elf and I use shadow magic. dark, shadow, that just says I way far from any light for it to chose me for anything. if you are trying to make me feel like I have some hope before sending them crashing down when you bring me to the gallows just stop. I just want this over with"