<div align="center"><strong>Castle Meeting hall</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/txRkijR.png)</div><br/>Little Ungrath leaned back on the throne. The humanoid body made a gesture of sigh.<strong> "If you believe that wisest. Then, so be it. I had to ask, what you meant by 'allying'. Claiming aligned pawns in the larger war. That, I can agree to. Humm. No more questions from me."</strong>She closed eyes for a moment. Relaying the meeting's details to Ungrath prime.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Ungrath's Chambers</strong></span><br/><br/>Back from the lunch trip, in the homey confines of the underwater tavern, Ungrath dropped the prisoners. She looked at the nerei, the one brave enough to speak. She was as delicious as they could get, voluptuous, fresh, intense with the magic of Feywilds.<strong>"Then serve, and amuse me. Live begging for life and you may see tomorrow. The lair you were in is a paper maze to this castle. And he a paper doll to the creatures that call this home.  Were they to look at you tell them you are Ungrath's slave and they may spare you."</strong><br/><br/>She tossed the Nerei out of the tavern and into the pitch black underwater cavern above it. Three of the chained angels writhed and screamed beneath the crushing depth, unable to drown to the cursed chains. To the two elves Ungrath gave a pile of old chains and manacles.<strong> "Make yourselves look the part. You make drinks, and you scrub the deck. Decks always need scrubbing. Hm-hm~"</strong>She chuckled, turning tail and floating out to the main chambers of the castle.<br/><br/>More snacks would be necessary aside from what the demotaur could pillage, but first she had to see this strange mirror realm Vholdran spoke of...