<strong>Diadra Starborn</strong><br/><br/>The young elf flinched at the words spoken inside of her head, unable to even respond in her shame.  But she tried to rise after a moment, just in time to be backhanded by the demoness.  A crack split the air and one of Diadra's teeth went flying, dazed for a moment before trying to sit up weakly, glaring at the demoness, tears still streaming down her face as she whispered, lisping slightly as blood ran down her face in a trickle, even as the ring began to heal her. "Yes...I killed her.  A sin for which I will<em>never</em>forgive myself.  I feel that I<em>deserve</em>pain and agony, but at least I spared her<em>some</em>torment.  Even though, through my own ignorance and gullibility I led to her capture in the first place.  And if I could, I would kill you for what you have done."<br/><br/>As she spoke, her hand closed weakly around the haft of<em>Feringale</em>, as she tried to bring it around to defend herself.