A soft, seductive sigh filled the air, as a figure manifested out of the darkness. To say she was gorgeous would be an understatement; every inch of her screamed lust, from her perfect, hourglass figure, smoldering, bedroom eyes, lustrous, red hair, and sultry voice that could cause even dead men to rise. "<em>Far</em>too long for my tastes, dear," Malcanthet, the demon lady leading these armies, said, as she closed in on him, like a cat stalking a mouse.<br/><br/>"And that is all one big misunderstanding, honestly. I don't know how all those silly rumors get spread," she said with a smile. "Oh, did they put you under an enchantment? How cute... would you like me to break it? Ooh, or even reflect it back onto them, make them all your slaves? The elf is cute... and I absolutely adore this world, have you seen the mortal races here?"