<strong>Location: House Llaeloth's throne room<br/>Time: Morning<br/><br/>Janafae, Andariel, Faeremhara, Elvas'thrae, Aeriyon </strong><br/><br/>XyhriNeerune looked back to the Mage as he began speaking though her thoughts were directed to Andariel.<br/><em> “Yes I do my sister, and I accept your offer” </em>she half growled back to the succubus, her thoughts conveying hints of dark pleasures as well as her words. Her left hand seeming to idly trail down the lacing of her skintight leather dress as she looked back to Faeremhara.<br/><br/><em>Xyhri didn’t send any actual words back to the matron but her thoughts conveyed the Yochlol’s peaked interest at Faeremhara suggestion that she might learn something when she disciplined her consort.</em><br/><br/>Xyhri’s crimson eyes narrowed slightly at the mages mention of the City of Dark Weavings; Sshamath. She hated that city. But her Queen had decreed that it would remain as is; so being the Weaver of Chaos that was her Mistress the corrupted city served some part in her greater weaving's...for now.<br/>Her eyes fixed on the Mages familiar; she could practically smell the hells on the beast it was some lesser devil wearing the skin of a simple beast, the glint in its eyes only confirming her suspicions.<br/>Still the Mage presented himself well and he seemed to be skilled in his art. Should he forget his place though she would take great pleasure in permanently correcting him.<br/><br/>