"You're welcome," Silet drawled, rising from her chair, pacing toward the silver with a slow, steady rhythm, keeping her more esoteric features unseen.  "There's no point gilding the lily, I suppose.  It was my intention to watch as every single one of these men fell to my feet.  I would make them my own over the course of a week, partake of the valuables they had and be on my merry way.  I ask for something, it is given to me."  She locked eyes with the silver, the lavender orbs sparkling with confidence.  "That's what goddesses do."<br/><br/>She took care not to touch the stranger, but leaning over the dragoon's shoulder gave Silet a vantage point of the corridor, and the frozen bodies.  "But you had to go and kill them all," she sighed, disappointed, "And everything was going so well.  I do hope you left some alive downstairs..."<br/><br/>"If it helps," rolling back on her heels away from the dragoon, "I hold as much disdain for their ideals as you do.  It's more their... conviction that draws me."  With that, she gave a mock curtsie, her ashen burgundy wings unfurling through strategic holes in her robe behind her, curved horns sprouting from beneath her hair, tail uncoiling from the base of her spine.  "Silet, daughter of Malcanthet."