The heat in Lady Blackspire's eyes grew hotter as she watched Imrae undress. The Duchess had always had a licentious reputation, especially with the ever-present rumours of her husband's impotence. However, her expression went from burning hot to ice cold when Imrae announced her failure.<br/><br/>"Zerillion lives, and yet you come crawling back here? I'm very disappointed in you, Imrae," the Duchess said, eyes boring into the drow assassin. "Word will spread about the attempt on Zerillion's life, and it will rally support for him. Ugh, perhaps Shandra was right." Shandra Blackspire, the Duchess's daughter and trusted lieutenant, had been quite vocal in her criticism of Imrae at every turn. This would only further embolden you ambitious young woman.<br/><br/>The Duchess rose from her seat, stepping towards her assassin. "How are you going to make this right, Imrae?" she asked, her tone imperious.