<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/MkdOVAW.jpg?2)</div><br/>Fear and hate are distant memories for the young sorceress... but the sight of torture inflicted so fiercely and with such sadistic joy?  It stirs a fresh well of shame and guilt at her own gruesome deeds, renewing the absolute horror of this condition.  The pain she will, no doubt, suffer at the hands of these faceless monstrosities will be no measure for the punishment she deserves, but still... it has never been her way to surrender to fate.  She makes no move to ready her magic yet; that would be suicide, and even slaying a handful of these demonic beasts would be simply be expedited suicide.  These tormented souls... the flayed young man, the tortured old woman... there would be no peace for them now, nor would they be if the demons mutilated Baudhiel to death for eternity.<br/><br/>When they meet their new "master", she doesn't flinch under the gaze.  The dark half of her responded by instinct-- yes, a half of her soul that, mere weeks ago, had run rampant in a festival of death and dark magic in the name of revenge-- it recognized the coldness in her eyes, the depth of power for power's own sake.  It wanted that power.  It wanted to be taken by this strange beast, to be measured and accepted by her, to take power and pleasure in decadence and pain.  That same half of her had ruined more lives than she could count.<br/><br/>Still, she did not flinch under the gaze that took in her body shamelessly, and she managed to likewise gain an understanding of her fellow captives... all of them had, somehow, made it here with a living body?  They looked healthy, attractive... despite their conditions, it seemed the other three had fared better than her, and perhaps for longer.  Perhaps they were adventurers as well... perhaps that was the point of this.  There could be no accidents in this world; four damned adventurers falling into the same pit of hell with the exact abilities to do tasks for an evil demoness?  Oh, yes, no coincidence.<br/><br/>When Piro responds, she listens carefully, glad to hear that he is, it seems, possessing a more level head than she.  Clever, indeed... careful in his phrasing even in the face of this madness.  She waits for the demon's response, already finding a plan formulating.<i>We will need a map, supplies, clean food and water, and one of those rings...</i>