<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/suwLIVD.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Nephele</span>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1375437)<hr/>Found her yellow tainted eyes lifting with all too much ease towards the elf, examining. Studying. Those terribly elegant features he possessed contorted into something that seemed at complete odds; not even a pristine severity. No, not an elf, she began to muse to herself, her delicate eyebrows drawn together in a brief crease that marred her otherwise flawless features. She seemed at a complete loss at the treatment, at the words as he spat at the guard behind her. And soon those arms dropped to either side of her, folding beneath the bust of her chest. Her expression open in the way it was accusing.<br/><br/><strong>"There is no need for that."</strong>Came her faint murmur of disapproval, though Crow's sudden and unexpected response and defense draws her curious stare. Though the orc's response draws a curious stare, as if those words of particular meaning; yet, she doesn't quite seem to get it, at least. Ox's response, and Crow's rather strange! All things considered.<br/><br/><strong>"We can <em>all</em> take a seat and enjoy the festivities,"</strong>she murmurs, already beginning to hear the calls and the procession coming forth into the pit. The raven-haired witch is un-resisting to Crow's attempts to lead her on, though she keeps a close eye on Ox; nervous. As if she couldn't quite puzzle him out.<br/><br/>Not that that lasted long. At all. The<em>display</em>if it could even be called that. The<em>horror show</em>was enough that she'd likely have run into a pit with a sign bearing a warning of it. The curiosity of the masked figure was something that tickled at her mind, at her thoughts. But when the executioner stepped forth and began. Her teeth clicked shut, sharp. Jaw tense to keep herself from chattering; a raw animalistic fear that fell over her. The brutality was... For all her pretenses, she was still a village girl. And she'd never seen such... vileness.<br/><br/><strong>"People come to watch this?"</strong>So cool, so reserved was her voice that she nearly tripped over her own feet. Hollow. She was clearly in some dim sense of shock. And now, finally, she was able to observe the rest. The two women and boy lined up.<strong>"Are they to meet the same fate?"</strong>