The succubus grins. "I gathered a few friends, led an attack. If we move quickly, we can be out of here, before anyone knows who's truly responsible," she says, letting Diadra lead.<br/><br/>Surpiringly, it seems the demon hadn't bothered to move anything of Diadra's, yet; all of her equipment was stored in the drawers of the dresser in the room she'd been first brought to,<em>Feringale</em>still lying on the ground, where she dropped it. The angel's body still hangs, limply, from the wall, the clean stab would visible on her chest, though there's little blood, for such a deadly strike.