"Hold your tongue, Devil.. The Spider wretch is no Goddess of mine."
A growl accompanying words left from his throat, snow colored hues glaring at the taller.
"I am only here for business. A simple task given to me by a high paying associate."
@vanquishedwebs You may claim no allegiance, and yet whispers of silver-white still drift before my eyes that differ from your own.
That said, if you would truly like to break the chains which connect your soul to a Goddess, I am more than willing to assist.
Your purpose? I am interested.
He has been in a collar before, shackles too. In fact, he still bares a few scars from them.
If one chooses to place the same on him again, they may not have any fingers left, let alone a head upon their shoulders.
Snow colored hues flicker over to Sansa, watching as the displacer's ears twitch and the skin around her muzzle crinkles.
His hand gravitated over to his swords hilt, gripping around it gently.
An expected answer. Finally turning towards her, he allowed his shoulder to rise and fall in a slight shrug. He did not worry, that much was evident upon his unwavering expression.
"Then perhaps I could help you in that regard."
A pause, bright orbs 》
Her head tilts, interest painting in her crimson eyes; yes, she was aware, however it did not pose a threat to a warlock of her position and skill.
"Do not worry for me... I have my tricks to keep unwanted attention away from me," she offered a smile.
Then, her gaze >
I'm afraid you are mistaken twice, Master of Hellfire. It was my sister, Xalyth, who wraps herself in Eilistraee's long hair. I wrap myself in no one.
My business is my own, but I assure you my presence will not linger for long.
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A Child of Lolth? Ah, I am mistaken. Her web no longer clings to your soul. Instead, it is Eilistraee's long hair.
Regardless, I see you, kin of Driz'zt. What business brings you to my Citadel? I hope it isn't related to family.
@vanquishedwebs
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