"And why would I do that? Tell me, which do you think is more important to her? You, or an elf slave that she paid to have genetically engineered, and has been hunting for at least five years?" Ivy asked him, smiling almost sweetly. "Are you quite certain she wouldn't gut you herself, or possibly put you in a chamber that regularly depressurized and returned just enough to keep you conscious as your lungs turned inside out?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Persuade 7+3=10