βThey make good soldiers,β Amora hums. β/Some/ are rather handsome, as well.β
A smile forms on her lips and Amora conjures a golden chalice in her delicate, emerald claw-tipped hand.
βWine? Always. Have you gotten under Doomβs armour yet?β
"My dear, you know as well as I do that many men often cannot see beyond the veil of beauty that a woman possesses.
An ample bosom is enough to cloud their minds."
βNever rely on beauty.
βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββIt lies.β
β Amora, the Enchantress
βYou stretch yourself thin, Doctor.
Helping others too much makes you lose sight of your own desires. Your heart aches with emptiness, longing to be filled.
Think about it. To set her mind and heart on the right path is all it takes. From there, it will be like old times.β
βThey do get something in return. A morsel of my attention. Better than water for a parched man.
Touched a nerve, have I? You could have her back, you know. All it takes is a spell. I could do it for you.β