<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/BoNlCxG.jpg)</div><strong>Lilith Wynne, Human Infernal Mistress</strong><br/><br/>The compliment paid to her breasts, Lilith's first instincts on-ship would have been a quick lash, or at least a crack of the whip in his direction. But in the afterglow of her rebirth, the knowledge that Blackbeard wasn't possibly just around the corner waiting to kill her for wavering in her duty and all the like, she did something uncharacteristic... she didn't immediately hit him.<br/><br/>In fact her words, though still in the harsh tones from before, spoke with surprising discretion.<strong>"They were a gift."</strong>she says with but the slightest pause where she otherwise might have lashed the man for his insolence.<br/><br/>Following his gaze briefly, she watches for a few seconds as the Shoni-worshipper throws herself at the witch. Separated by a modest distance, Lilith's words and smile took a wicked tone and shape, heard only by those digging with her.<strong>"The whore will find herself in a position she is ill-equipped to escape from. The witch worships the Spider Queen, Lloth. Death and Spiders are her realm. Not pillow talk and comforting moist kisses."</strong>she said, her words mocking, full of venom and hate, but they seemed untargeted, expressing her disdain for something else not entirely obvious to the men digging near her.