The two blanched at the sight of the citadel. Neither thought that they could escape once imprisoned inside, and were less than willing to go along with. Unfortunately, they had little choice in the matter.<br/><br/>When they were placed in the chairs, though, Sylvia glowered at the demoness suspiciously. She bit back an insult, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She'd grown steadily more...lightheaded over the last few days, so she tried to focus before asking. "And what does<em>cooperation</em>entail? Or this ritual? I'm agreeing to nothing without answers to those."<br/><br/>"Y-yes." Illania agreed, her voice slightly dry and finding it difficult to speak, but growing more confident as she looked to her friend hopefully.