Eris was, as she had always been among the band of girls, the bitchy one... and the 'Godrobes' as the books in the ruins had called them, certainly didn't help much for her disposition. When what-looked-like a spectral skeleton had latched onto her in the lab, she had attempted just about everything to get the thing off of her, but now, feeling infused with so much power, the power to do nearly anything she pleased, she seemed to care less about practically wearing nothing at all except a few skeletal fingers and a triangle of cloth or two. The power she felt was incredible, nearly overwhelming. The other treasures she had found and claimed in that lab were no small matter either.<br/><br/>When she had effortlessly moved giant boulders and collapsed rock to free them from the lab they thought they had been trapped in on their random exploration, Eris had come to realize the power she now held. She could do nearly anything she wanted! Summon a demon from hell, sure! Bind someone in chains with a motion of her hand? Yes! It was her idea to go into slaving once once she saw the cartload of supplies they had assembled. She figured if this old iron cart was once used to hold prisoners of the law, they could be used to hold prisoners for their new 'needs'. It was all just a matter of convincing the other three. Well, two really. Her sister would, naturally, go along with whatever she told her to.<br/><br/>As they rode along, Eris with the reigns of the horses, she was suddenly battered by a catfolk tail repeatedly, and without much hesitation, made a dramatic showing of trying to bite the battering tail.<strong> "It's the best way to let us... flex... our new powers. And besides, if we let people know we have these things, someone's going to want to steal them. Now I don't know about you, but I'm not giving up this power."</strong>she says with a wicked tone to her voice.<br/><br/>But when the suggestion came up to divert down the well-known bandit road, Eris immediately steered the wagon towards and down the road.<strong>"Oh, I could use a little fun, and if there happens to be a few... choice specimens... amongst them, we could practice this new slaving profession."</strong>she said with a conspiratorial grin as she once more playfully bit at the offending cat tail whipping at her face.