<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Ophelia_argentus.png)</div><strong>Ayala</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Refugee Camp outside Kamthahar<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Wei and Band, Mysterious Stranger<br/><hr/>"Hah, to be so afraid of Hell that even the half-true scribbles of a long-dead man who made demons his playthings provokes fear." The neomah smiled quietly at the mysterious stranger. "Are not the men of Creation made of sterner stuff than that?"<br/><br/>"Ebere, please do not antagonize our fellow," Ayala waved a hand at her servant, "he has had a harrowing escape, surely he is entitled to wish some destruction? Were I in his position, I suspect my first desire would be burning everything I could lay my hands on."<br/><br/>"But mistress, you<em>were</em>in his position."<br/><br/>Ayala responded only with a smile and a gleam in her eye and returned to Wei, "If even a tenth of the things in the book are true, the sorcerer was surely a Prince of the Earth. That means intruding upon his old domain will be very dangerous. Now, as humble as my present appearance is, I am a sorceress myself. The expertise you will need to overcome the sanctum is<em>my</em>expertise." She examined her nails, little tongues of flame alighting from her fingertips as she flexed her hand into a claw, snuffing as she made a fist, "Fortunately I would be willing to help you, for a share equal to that of you and your friends combined."