Parne nodded slightly – something of a slight smile upon his face, almost a show of grudging respect for an opponent who had successfully thought ahead in a game of mental chess and had spotted their competitors next move before it had happened. ‘There is indeed a reason… There are those who wish nothing more than to let the Ancient free upon this world – seeing it as a perfect way to wipe clean the… taint… of humankind, leaving it free for them to inhabit once again.’ There was a little sigh from between his lips as he spoke – but no sign that he was concerned with being ‘caught out’ by the older woman, seeming to quite freely share the information with them both.<br/><br/>‘Such interference will be much easier dealt with by a strong willed woman – they will no doubt try to lure you away from your path by other means than the more physical methods they would be inclined to try upon a male… Also, so our legends regarding the Ancient go, the original binding spell was performed by a female of your kind – and there is reason to believe that the magic’s that serve to bind the Ancient may only be renewed by another female.’<br/><br/>Taking the delicate cup between his long fingers once more, Parne drained the warm liquid from the cup entirely this time – eventually replacing it with a gentle chime upon its saucer before letting his gaze wander from younger to older woman, and back again. He wasn’t sure if they would take him at his word, but the fact they were prepared to hear him out at the very least was somewhat of a step in the right direction. ‘Personally I’d rather take an army and march it to the Ancient’s burial mound, but the more of us present the more likely we will draw the wrong sort of attention up us – be it from the Courts, or from the Ancient itself.’