For the most part, Guan was confused by everything that was going on. She was glad that the floating Skull was willing to answer her query, but it was unfortunately impossible to draw her attention away from everyone else in the room. There were quite a few sights to see: From the bluntness and overt sexuality of Keiyurikyouu, to the surprising masculinity of Gazra, to the subtle intelligence of Vera. Everyone was fascinating to her in some way, they were objects of mystery and curiosity. They were fascinating and she couldn't stop herself from staring. Unlike most, she was able to somewhat look past Glysora. In the Warrior-woman's eyes, the Succubus was a secondary creature to the others in the room. Her ploy at being prey to draw the eyes of others was actually working<em>against</em>her with Guan.<br/><br/>She listened to Chargoth, and was more than happy to nod along with his words even as she caught herself glancing from one of her fellow villains to the other. One particular comment caught her attention, and once he was finished talking she spoke up. “So wait, you're saying that we're small fry, but that we'll get stronger if we keep working with you?” Truth be told, Guan had already decided that she would help Chargoth long before he made his full case. It was apparently his magic, and his magic alone, that had given her a second life. She wouldn't be his slave, or his servant, but she had to support a creature that gave her such a gift. It was the honourable thing to do.<em>”Should I care about the honourable thing to do? I'm meant to be a villain, right?”</em>She frowned, feeling the weight of the Sky-Piercer in her hands. She could probably have a non-zero chance of killing this supposed Overlord right now. She'd be a hero if she did. The entire world outside of the Darklands would recognise her for ending the war. They'd worship her for ending the wars; the fight...<br/><br/><em>”Where would the fun in that be? Besides, I owe him at least a couple of favours...”</em>She twirled the Halberd in her hand a little; still growing ever familiar with the heavy weapon as she caught sight of the naked form of Keiyurikyouu once more and turned away, trying to hide any obvious embaressment as she instead looked at Chargoth.<strong>“It sounds like the best path would be to pacify some of these Warlords you mentioned: Clobber them into submission, or just kill the ones who can't get back in line. We get stronger, get some allies and some servants...”</strong>It was hardly a difficult assumption to make, but she was glad she was the first one to word it. It helped her feel constructive, and like she could keep moving forward. “<strong>Any obvious starting points? Some prominent names, some obvious directions...any cities?”</strong>She gestured at the rough direction of Keiyurikyouu and Gazra.<strong>"Maybe some proper clothes?"</strong>