Lasciel crossed her arms over her chest slowly, digesting Samuel's words. Even that movement, naturally, only enhanced her already prominent cleavage.<br/><br/>'Given enough time away from their weapons, hunters are particularly easy to seduce, or even corrupt,' she said. 'So repressed, and always on the defensive. As for the rest...' She hesitated, wondering if it was time to start negotiating.<br/><br/>'I'm not bound to the Night Parade,' she said eventually, 'although I suppose I'm an asset they wouldn't want to lose. I'm bound to this plane. Long ago, you wouldn't believe me if I said just how long, I was imprisoned into an amulet.<em>Those</em>were the times of warlocks with real power, I tell you... But he's dead, and the amulet destroyed, without unbinding me properly. I can't leave this plane of existence or even have contact with my kind beyond it.' Her lips quivered there; despite the long years, she still couldn't be cold and insensitive about her plight.<br/><br/>'Since I can't replenish my power properly, I need to feed on human souls,' she continued, as composed as possible. 'At least one on each moon-tide, waxing and waning. The Night Parade took me in because among them I can hide how many people go missing and are never seen again, since we're always moving... I pay in more souls for my keep. Are you willing to take over, and deal with the disappearances yourself? Not to mention - are you able to release me? Because if you're not, I might as well stay here until I find someone who can. I don't do charity, wizard. Only deals.'