When the Forbidden One remarks upon his liege's beauty, the maiden rolls her blue eyes. At The Bitch Queen's question, the silver haired maiden tilts her head toward the Bitch Queen in an instant a wave of shimmering blue energy twenty feet high and forty feet wide rises behind her. A host of celestials stand appear a moment later. Their skins shimmer with the telltale blue magical motes of Mystra's domain.<br/><br/>Only then does to issue a rejoinder to it:<strong>"Here or, perchance, Mechanus. It matters not."</strong>Her tone is cavalier and condescending. She spares Demi-Lich a cool look--as though she were some student of the Sage looking upon an interesting insect.<strong>"Oh, ah, I must ask your pardon, little devil--it's quite trying to differentiate the subspecies of fiends--they all die in much the same manner when I burn cleave them."</strong><br/><br/>Then, with no further preamble. She lowers a hand. White fire begins to blossom from her fingertips.<br/><br/>OOC: Go ahead and roll initiative, I will roll to see if any of the auras have an effect upon her and her allies after we have rolled initiative.<br/><br/><br/><br/>