"Mmm...I'm almost afraid to see myself, if you didn't recognize me." The woman said sourly, shaking her head. But she looked at Naael at her question and spoke again, quietly. "I don't know about your father, Naael, but I saw your mother once. She'd been acquired by a half-succubus dark-elf. And a scary one at that...she had an aura of power, that one. I would be hesitant to challenge her with all of my tools, let alone like this."<br/><br/>"But the Avatar is dead? Good, and damn his blackened soul. This place didn't have a chance to violate me, as it did others. They locked my body up too tight for that." Ivriel nearly spat, but sighed, shaking her head and gesturing at her clothing. "They boosted my...desires through the roof and into the sky, then locked me up tightly. I<em>ache</em>, yet no one can touch me. A believe you about this place though, and will help you as I can."