<em>Her demons, for their part, all react differently. Bonesaw perks up, his fangs glistening in a terrible smile as his eyes glitter with malicious glee. The corruption and death of mortals? What could be more fun? Reaver and Nightshade's reactions, however, are harder to read. The succubus' long, sinuous tail waves back and forth distractedly as she curls a finger around the lock of hair in her hand rather tightly. Reaver's expression, however, rather than darkening or brightening, becomes carefully neutral and reserved, her eyes showing that, more than the other two, she's trying to take into account every possibility.<br/><br/>None, however, are foolish enough to try and intrude in a manner any more forward than this on their mistress' decision. Bonesaw has more than once in the past, but often enough it ended more than a little painfully on his part as he was humiliated before his compatriots.<br/><br/>Illiena smiles with relief when she hears the archivist's response, and, reaching down, produces from a pocket a small pouch.<br/><br/>"I am relieved to hear you are willing to undertake such a task.<br/><br/>"Much as we may desire otherwise, the Libram cannot be destroyed but through very complex and very difficult measures. Measures which would undoubtedly draw the attention of forces that even you would find too formidable to face and live. However, as long as you do not attempt to rid the multiverse of it, their ire will not be drawn, as they have their own matters to attend to.<br/><br/>"You may, if you wish, keep hold of it. The truth of the matter is that we of the planes, whether angels, elementals, demons, rilmani, slaadi, or even of the Far Realm, cannot possess the volume. Such is part of its magics, for it is only meant for mortal hands. While there are some among our number who undoubtedly would put it to good use, such may have a corrupting influence on them... one you seem to have proven resistant to. As such, we count you trustworthy enough, and are not particularly concerned about your compatriots. As long as they cannot manipulate you to darker ends, the book is safest in hands such as yours. <br/><br/>"And, if we expect you to keep it, you may, of course, browse it, and perhaps even master some of its secrets, though we would advise you against attempting to summon the Dark Lords yourself, as, if you were to commit such crimes, we would, sadly, be forced to take immediate and violent action against you. Before I forget... how many of your allies would be able to use such charms as these and need them?"<br/><br/>She extracts from the pouch a ring, mithril, with intricate arcane wording winding around its length as it glints softly in the light of the tavern.<br/><br/>"This ring allows any who wear it to, with their claws and fangs, rend foes that would otherwise be only harmed by weapons blessed or corrupted. They are, as one may imagine, popular among the more bestial demonslayers on the Upper Planes, but also popular in the Blood War as well, allowing demons and devils to slay each other with greater ease. These are a personal gift that I thought might be useful, but beyond them my superiors in the Choir are more than willing to compensate you and your company, present or not, for your efforts. Is these anything in particular you would ask?"</em>