Raiden smiled a bit as one of the thugs got into the drivers seat of the car while he and the other thug sat to the left and right of Eliza, who continued to be unresponsive.  Edna was directed to sit in the passenger seat, as the car began to accelerate.<br/><br/>Raiden smirked a bit as Edna suggested the phone call, and put a hand on her shoulder.  "That would be a good idea, I think.  Just remember that if you try and call for help, I'm going to make you regret ever being born.  My haven has far more dungeon space than that of the Prince's"  He chuckled in a deep and throaty voice, almost sounding like he was going to break out coughing in the middle of his speech.  Saliva cackled out of his red tinged skin as he spoke, and landed on Eliza, who had simply closed her eyes and began to shake softly.  "As for getting your mother taken care of, maybe you can talk to Eliza 'bout that Ne?"  He cackled, this time falling into a combination coughing fit and bout of laughter.<br/><br/>The car sped off into the night, heading towards the lair of the Prince.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">To: Eliza, the Dire Wolf</span><br/><br/><br/>(Edna, when making a phone call to mother and giving an excuse, roll Finesse + Streetwise to determine if the lie is believed.  Because Edna's mother wants to believe her, gain a +2 bonus on this roll.)