The giant serpent watched his master throw the girl away and smiled as he turned his lustful attention towards the newly arrived fey. It was about to have its way with the girl, but was interrupted as the whole introduction part of things began. It inclined its head towards the fey, it could certainly imagine why Krathen kept her around. As she told the snake she never had heard of it, a chuckle grew out of its massive throat.<br/><br/>"<strong>Just the better, Anastasia. Only desperate men and mighty Demon Lords seek out my council. One because they are weak of mind and will, the other because he knew power and loyalty when he saw it, even though it slithered up from the Charnel Pits all those eons ago...</strong>"<br/><br/>There were no subtle hints of veiled lies, Nehar'Ghul truly meant what it said. The snake had ambitions, yes, but those were Krathen's ambitions. Now it slithered over to the young elven girl who managed a feeble scream as it picked her up in its powerful jaw and swallowed her whole, her terrified moans disappearing into the gullet of the beast until they were not heard anymore. It turned its head back towards the fey as she began asking about the Root.<br/><br/>"<strong>The magic contained there is ancient and has allowed the forest to become a rabid jungle. It is dangerous to go in there, what with all the beasts that have grown large and fat on its magical energies. But should one be able to go to the source, a ritual would become thousandfold in magnitude. Say if a Necromancer entered the Root and made it to the Source. She would be able to raise every dead that had ever entered it. And many have. Hundreds of thousands in ages past, whether they knew of the font or not, it draws mortals to it, promises them treasure and power. Then devour them.</strong>"