<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/49/25/dd/4925dd5f0be7e7edc7e56d5c3e8ae609.jpg)</div>"No doubt the orcs' numbers have been exaggerated by ignorant peasants who never learned to count," Angeline replied, slipping from her horse and beginning to unpack her own armour. "That castle is far too small to hold such a vast horde, even if the reports of undead amongst their ranks are true."<br/><br/>The priestess busied herself in affixing her greaves and gauntlets, awaiting her lady's call.<br/><br/>"You are Hextor's favoured," Vonner said, a tone of reverence creeping into her voice. "In your hands he places the might of armies, that you might bring low all who would stand against your glory." It was not an unfamiliar litany. She had witnessed Elicia's might firsthand, felt the woman's unshakable lust for glory, and known Hextor's will in that moment. She would follow the woman into the pit of Avernus itself.<br/><br/>And it was true. The attraction was more than spiritual. Lady Linet knew her own beauty, knew how intoxicating her presence was, and on occasion permitted Angeline to pay due reverence to such perfection. That flicker of infernal light behind Elicias eyes was simply a sign of her righteous purpose, a manifestation of Hextor's will.<br/><br/>Stepping behind Elicia, Angeline lifted the breasplate and aided her mistress in fitting it on properly. She savoured the proximity, the intimacy, of rendering such assistance. As she tightened the straps shoulder straps, Angeline allowed herself to lean in just close enough to catch the scent of Elicia's hair. She was always tempted to lean closer, to bury her face in Elicia's shoulder. But that would breach Hextor's order. It was the right of the conquerer to decide such things. And Angeline had been conquered long ago.