The Widow thought that Imara should feel lucky they her feeble grasp of language made her retorts come off as so pathetic. It was only that which stopped The Widow from stripping the comparatively plain looking woman of every bit of dignity she had. Even the maneuver of Imara's guardian didn't phase The Widow, who's pride in it's own creations left it rather convinced that Hamlet for a Lustful Vassal was better than anyone Imara had with her: whether it was true or not. Not that The Widow would let him respond to violence with violence. A drawn sword would be all the Widow needed to get the boorish thing thrown out.<br/><br/>"I do love presents..." The Widow moaned out as it took a lovley looking jewel out of the case.<br/>"Oh Crow do you remember the Bacchanalia we would partake of back home? The unending affections of the locals, our "mother's" loving guidance, don't you miss it? You must find me later and let me know what brought you here." The Widow said, remorseful that circumstances had taken it so far from a place where it felt at home.<br/><br/>"How outmatched would the united confederation be against the realm? The imperials are in a box besieged with enemies on all sides, and it is a box that is getting smaller. Sooner or later someone is going to crush them." The Widow asked of Orchid. Everyone already had a decent idea of what Mask of Winter's was doing, but only a bit of conjecture as to why he was doing it. Aside from the basic answer "to destroy", that is.   It was a foolish goal that the brilliant deathlords were forced into doing by the moronic neverborn.<br/><br/>"Are you all planning on staying here for a few more days? One step at a time will work fine, but we must decide what that first step is." The Widow said. They could navel-gaze for weeks and still not have done anything. Better they focus on a few practical matters first, like where to go and how to get there.<br/><br/><br/><br/>"If we do stay any longer I have to visit a blacksmith. They never give enough room in the crotch of armor. My pud is packed tighter than a vat of sliced mackerel." The huge warrior said. The ghost within playing up the role of dumb muscle. Seraphic Deviltry knew the widow put a lot of extra work into giving the necrotech vessel a large set of male sex organs.<br/><br/><br/>"There is a reason I tell you not to speak in public, Hamlet" The Widow scolded.