<em>'Hmmm what a trip...'</em>The masked Durthan thought to himself.<em>'Now I'm supposed to destroy someone? Perhaps it's a planar binding effect. That would be terribly ironic considering how many creatures I've bound. '</em>He looked around as he gathered his wits as well ac checking with the imp that rode around on his shoulder. A pretty enough place. Oh and who was that rugged gentleman in front of him?<br/><br/>"Welcome sir, are you the one who challenges me? That's really such a beautiful scar on your cheek, did you do that yourself or did someone else whip you?" Lamia said tapping his flawlessly white cheek that was exposed beneath the porcelain mask he wore. "I don't know why either of us are here, but I assume you have been told that you have to defeat me. A shame you never will, but worry not my dear..." The witch combed back a wayward lock of hair with his long black nails.<br/><br/>"I won't kill you if it can be avoided. No, not at all" He crooned a sultry sigh. The man in front of him looked rather strong, and better yet he had a sort of willful defiance about him.  "I'll take you as my slave. You may resist at first but I will break you down. Scream all you want, I promise that eventually you will crave being lashed by me." If Kalith could only see that the beautiful man in front of him was a sadist and a tyrant far more depraved and powerful then the slave masters he had once escaped from, and if Lamia had his way Kalith would be enslaved again. This time not just his body, but his mind, heart and soul.<br/><br/>"I wan't to see you beg!" The horrid little imp on Lamia's shoulder belched out at Kalith.