The serpent's eyes widened as it closed its coils around the two at the table, shutting out all light but that which emanated from between the Deceiver's scales, gloomy and warm, yet sick and barren. Its long tongue wrapped around the elven bitch's waist and helped its Lord to thrust deeper while the tip searched up the girls neck and down her throat, gently slipping down to taste the powerful seed that had just moments ago been emptied  there.<br/><br/>"<strong>One does not need to cultivate wood and scrub to get food my Lord. There are plenty of humans and elves in these lands. Enough to feed a remorseless army like your own for a very long campaign indeed... but I see the wisdom in your words. Perhaps it would be good to remind the mortals how preciously vulnerable their food supplies are. Yes, set fire to the closest edge, from the walls it will look as if the whole Crescent burns, that should cause enough panic to rattle the people of the city... And with such panic we will have enough time to stand at the city walls before they even realize their precious forest is naught but singed on the edge.</strong>"<br/><br/>As it looked upon the root its eyes narrowed and a cunning smile curved its lipless mouth.<br/><br/>"<strong>The Root. Ancient magic lies there beneath its thick trunks and crowns. Ancient secrets as well. Powerful secrets. The monsters are of less concern to us and the flank is but one of a large numbers. But the power that lies in this font would be able to feed one of the secrets that I learned from beneath the Charnel Pits. With such a boon we could raise an army of knitted bone and rancid flesh from their fallen numbers which could sustain itself without the Crescent. One to overrun the Kingdoms beyond so that they are weak and ripe for the taking once we are done with wretched Sequen...</strong>"