Isis stood there  in the back, leaning against a wall of the lair. She sized up the others as they barked orders to their minions. She had to admit is was an impressive speech by the dungeon master. They were really all there for a common goal, yet some had their own agenda.<br/><br/>One that stood out was the bitchy Vampiress. She was in it for herself and some I'll fated revenge plot, those never went well. Her eyes shifted to the others, some quiet, some mumbling about this or that. She didn't have some mini army like others, she didn't need it. No Isis trapped men like moths to a flame, women also if need be. There wasn't one soul of goodness that got past her. Mostly they ended up as piles of ash when she finished with them.<br/><br/>For now she would bide her time, feel the others out and see who was worthy of making an alliance with.