"You want to compare wounds? Fine. I'm Angela Menvault. The Menvault family was one of two duchies in our entire kingdom. I was it's<em>heir</em>." Angela replied, her eyes flickering with fire. "We fought the Avatar. Bravely,<em>alone</em>, without your people to aid us. The Knights Templar shattered the beginning assault<em>after</em>my duchy was all but annihilated. I was<em>fourteen</em>. My family didn't survive. I was enslaved and changed. You think I'm beautiful? I was<em>made</em>into my current form. I was ripped down and rebuilt to the image that my Mistress wanted. I was made so that, with a single command, the least of her servants could kill me. If I ran, she'd find me and rip my soul from my body screaming. And I<em>cannot</em>disobey her. If she gives a command, I obey. I'm pushing the limits of my bounds with you as it is. What do<em>you</em>think a half-demon dark elf would to to you?"<br/><br/>The human paused, then continued, her eyes glittering with near-tears. "And<em>my</em>opulence? Hardly. It belongs to my Mistress. She lends it to me, for me and her servants that she commands that I oversee. I do what I can to...mitigate their practices, but I cannot stop them. I'm mentally incapable. So, now, tell me...what have you personally experienced that equaled having your family, possessions, wards, body, and even your mind taken from you?"