She absorbs his story without moving, without saying anything until he has finished. He presents himself as a god, and it's no surprise that he should. He has the flavor of a god.<br/><br/>Naiobe drifts closer still to the man, her hands still clasped in front of her. She tilts her head at him, her plush lips pressing into a firm line for a moment. "And what does the Lord of Pain want from me? Have you lost your flail, m'Lord? I'm not certain I would like to lend it to you."