Lysa listened to Bram intently, and watched him even closer. She half-slouched on her rocky seat, lazily sipping at her drink, but her focus was completely on the stranger before her. All around them, the celebration had begun again, seeing as there was nothing to worry about. The Crimson Devils never liked to sit still for long, and they hated to be sober.<br/><br/>"Asking nicely?" Lysa held back a laugh. "With the invention of the Manastream, Manyte has become one of the most precious resources in the world. Why do you think we're stuck here?"<br/><br/>The woman drank some more, sighing contentedly. She waited until Bram finished her questions, and then stood up. The party raged on elsewhere, but those around them had all become deathly silent. When Lysa stood up, they knew better than to laugh and cheer like drunken idiots.<br/><br/>"A sliver is enough," she began, with a devilish smile. At her gesture, an arrow flew from out of sight, shooting straight through the air and lodging itself into Bram's jug with a hollow thunk. The ale from inside began to spill out of the newly formed hole, leaking onto the dirt ground.<br/><br/>"It would be in your best interests to cooperate. Once you're in the Temple, you will be out of our reach, yes..."<br/><br/>She paused.<br/><br/>"But I do<em>not </em>forget."<br/><br/>After letting her message sink in, Lysa smiled.<br/><br/>"If you help us, we will of course, help you. Some of our treasures perhaps, and something priceless - a favor from me."