"Anyone calling themselves a "good" guy, or anything else. Probably is not. Have you witnessed Fierna's hands in the slaughter and torture of infants?<br/><br/>She's<em>done</em>that. It's not even for her to gain more power. She dupes people into killing babies for her personal<em>enjoyment</em>, because she loves to watch mortals<em>suffer</em>.<br/><br/>You have<strong>no</strong>idea of the kettle of fish you are getting into pup. Fiends murder and kill mortals because they are nourished by<em>eating</em>and<em>destroying</em>mortal souls. A whale in the sea is worth the same as a wise and just ruler to them. It's just souls, and food. I'd have thought that a Paladin would put the preservation of freedom, and the overturning of the opression of Law and the cruelty of Evil over a fuck, but I guess that you're not all up on being a Paladin of Freedom.<br/><br/>Remember, she's not a tyrant, or a mortal; she's an immortal monster that loves to torture 'lesser beings'. Gutting her like a fish from hips to jaw, and smashing her face in with a Silver Sledge is the<em>least</em>you could do to punish her. Maybe when you've learned what a<em>Devil</em>is compared to a<strong>Demon</strong>,<strong>Yugoloth</strong>or<strong>Demodand</strong>, you'll change your mind. Maybe when you've lost loved ones by the score to Fiends, and realized that they not only want to hurt mortals; but do it with supreme callousness, that you'll think differently about them.<br/><br/>Anyway, we've got a job to do, and we're pack-mates for now, our quarry if a Fiend. If we're to be a pack of wolves, we might as well act the part. I've got just the thing. Afterall, a pack works best when its members can communicate without sound, or motion."<br/><br/>He opened a pouch at his shoulder and pulled out a handful of dull metal badges with gems in them with a ring-clasp at one end. Each one was shaped like a wolf's head, and a clear diamond was set in the metal as the eye. He went to each person and offered them one, when he was done, he returned the remainders, save one, to the pouch. He pulled out his right earlobe with his left hand and stuck his right thumbtip behind the half-circle of flesh. A needle-thin blade of white light cut out through the earlobe, piercing it. He then stuck the earring in the newly pierced hole in his earlobe.<br/><br/>"They're pure platinum, so they won't rot your ear, or cut you if you're a Lycanthrope. We get about a mile or so of talking distance, but typical<em>Scrying</em>and<em>Divination</em>blocks will apply; so no jumping into mountains on your lonesome, or we won't be able to hear you. This batch of Wolf-Crests are all tuned to each other, so we won't have to worry about interlopers on our 'conversations'.<br/><br/>In any case. I'm ready. I doubt anyone else here has more to say. Lie-Master. Show us your tests."