Velius sits up in bed, listening to the whisper.<br/><br/>"Mmm, my dear, you treat me so well..."<br/><br/>No, not that whisper.  Well, yes, he hears the meaningless praise of the mortal woman.  She is young, moderately attractive, an easy target for a few kind words and deeds.  And now the unnoteworthy merchant has opened her home, her bed, and her life to Velius, a man - an Infernal, in fact - she barely knows.  She has nothing in the way of skill or insight to offer, but she does have eyes and ears, which are always useful.  Not to mention food and lodging, which Velius sorely lacks.  Nexus is more taxing to one's coinpurse than even a cynic might expect.<br/><br/>No, he listens to the whisper inside him, the one telling him someone is coming.  Someone, he hopes, with some skill in combat.  Son of Wrath would be ideal; a powerful fighter with a thirst for blood making him easy to control.  Still, there are not many of the fifty Green Sun Princes stronger in Essence than Velius, and so Velius is not worried about losing his dominance over the mission.<br/><br/>"I hope you don't mind, my dear, but an associate of mine is coming to meet me soon.  I hope you don't mind falling asleep alone for but a night."<br/><br/>"Not at all, my love.  Not after all you've done for me."  He smiles down at her, wondering if he has impregnated her yet, and how much longer it might take.  In truth he has done nothing for her yet but flatter her, but for most mortals that is enough.<br/><br/>Standing from the bed, he gets dressed quickly, knowing that his ensorcelled slave will be on her way.