Stroon was still skeptical, and would arrange for the meeting at the Temple of Abadar, and reply with a time and date and location, later.<br/><br/>She scoffed, slightly, at his response, gesturing out to a nearby flower and causing it to grow, unnaturally quickly - and sprout thick, twisted thorns. "These 'people'... they are only possessions to you, are they not? Your hoard, as you call them," she said, eyes focused on the flower, now as tall as she was. "How quickly they abandoned their former rulers. How quickly they will abandon you, when you can not protect them. And you cannot protect them forever."<br/><br/>Her eyes turned back to him - and the flower withered into dust in mere moments... and he might feel like he wanted to do the same under that intense gaze. His mention of 'Fae Queen' seemed to have roused an actual emotion on her face - anger, though it faded back into bored nothingness after a few moments, her gaze still hateful. "Your only crime is misfortune - a divine doom laid across this land. I am its executioner. Your kingdom will crumble to ash, as so many before it, by His decree."<br/><br/>She flinched, slightly, at the name he gave her, then a smile - it did not touch her eyes, and seemed to be more malicious than happy. "You are correct - I<em>am</em>Nyrissa. And this mortal has so arrogantly chosen that name as her own, allowing my presence to manifest here, to greet what shall be one of my greatest triumphs."