<div class="floatright">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/65f8cd60d8ae88c12ada1a6bf3b4e4c6/tumblr_ng83b3JWWz1r3j59ko1_400.png)</div><strong>Levena</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Matron's Throne Room<br/><br/><strong>HP</strong>192/192<br/><strong>AC</strong>?<br/><br/><strong>Active Aura</strong>: Presence, 30 ft (+3 to Bluff, Diplomacy, and Intimidate checks for herself and all allies)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The comment about the stairs would immieadtely shatter Levena's guard. Levena was not about to go snapping at the one whom she was fond of, and she was put into the spotlight of looking... Silly.<br/><br/>Which she now did look very silly.<br/><br/>"Yes! The stairs were quite good!" Her abrupt and quick dismissal of the topic cemented the fact that there was a story behind all this.<br/><br/>But she'd regain her composure. Listening to the Matron Mother's speech to room of her upcoming plans. Levena took it seriously. The Matron was directly benefiting to her clan. And her Clan was beneficial to tbe Matron. Empowering the Matron would empower them as well. Not to mention the closeness that Levena had developed. The sense of kinship and consideration of calling the Matron a 'sister' as she was well more worthy of the title than Levena's actual pathetic wimpy sisters.<br/><br/>But as she watched the illusion play out. She called it out as she saw proper. "There no enjoyment in that. It was methodical. Like a mundane job. Just wanted to be done with it as soon as possible. Which already contradicts the title and M.O. of being a religious zealot. He'd want to enjoy it or ravel in the torture or suffering. But there was simply none of that."