The voice in the darkness had snuck in rather unexpectedly, but Methu's continued impertinence was irritating. Atroxica felt it was Methu who acted the boor, and though it felt The Imbibers ire to be beneath concern, it did wish to let it be known that it at least noticed him and judged him wanting.  It spoke again to Methu, speaking in rhyme for some reason; " We see you have not the grace you believe, nor glamorous accord. We must warn that such philistine pretenders are often put to the sword.  Yet, fret not for what do we care if you lord about here? Tis no rivalry to be had with a mere mite in our ear."<br/><br/>Vholdran's speech silenced everyone. He spoke or an alliance, something Atroxica had thought of arranging on it's own. But these were all strangers. . . Yes, some it had heard of at least, but could they be trusted? Of course they couldn't be trusted, but perhaps they were smart enough to see there was more to gain together. Sharing a layer with the small assortment of lords present was quite an upgrade in power and resources compared to the squabbles of thousands of other would be princes in the shadow of Pazuzu.<br/><br/>"A conquering tune we play together. You spin a yarn upon a spindle partial truths. Yet victory is a sound most unforgettable. Don't you know that when the music dies our perfection increases with every heartbeat? Tis a truth beyond the veil soon to belong to us. " Atroxica said, in support of Vholdran's idea. It did notice some flaws in Vholdran's comparisons and pointed out how he was tilting the perspective to suit his point. That he did so was not only acceptable, but expected. The only part of that which needed addressing was that he may have assumed Atroxica wouldn't have noticed it. He may see so much, but vision was not his alone and Atroxica mentioned 'partial truths' so he would know it.<br/><br/>"Knowledge is power, and yours is welcome indeed Lord Vholdran. Forbidden One, let our new friend's know the power we hold." The Whore said. It would have liked to touch it's lovers chest, but his black armor covered most of his body. He was too tall to reach his exposed sex organ's by hand while he carried it so high, so Atroxica just gave his cock a playful kick making it swing about.<br/><br/>Atroxica had heard of a samurai like succubus, and it guessed that the one in attendance was one and the same. The proverbial "payload' from that succubus would be of a very unexpected nature, it mused. A woman that could get her hands dirty was one that would make a useful and entertaining ally.  Nyag'thon was the most puzzling, she moved like she wasn't meant for the form she wore. Perhaps she had her own way of warping flesh? She was odd but inoffensive, which might possibly make for the perfect ally.<br/><br/>Methu's gluttony of things both physical and ephemeral was such an exciting quality it was a bit redeeming in someone Atroxica had dismissed as being without any artistic value. Atroxica might choose to limit it's contact with the Lord out of annoyance, but he could make a useful ally. As long as he wasn't going to get caught up in considering himself a rival with one of her retainers.<br/>