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Naga nodded. "Sounds like a plan to me...." He slung Morrigan over his shoulder, hands pressed into her thighs and buttocks. She headbutted him as a reply.
"Feisty," he laughed, and a few demons took care of Po-ar.

What struck Morrigan as odd was that they tossed them both into the same room; even moreso was a closet full of dresses that actually fit. She would've preferred pants, but judging from the style, this had been a grand woman's room.
She turned her back to Po-ar, stripping without warning and instead donning a simple burgundy dress. It was either that, or the revealing bustlines, curve emphasizing, breath-stealing corset-lined dresses. To hell with that.
"Are you ok???" she ventured quietly, before turning around, making eye contact. "I, I don't understand," she whispered, "I don't understand why you would save me, over something so dire.... I..well...Thank you....."
She moved to the bed, sitting down beside him, one hand placed over his. She still wanted to be held, but it seemed like Po-ar needed it more than she did. "Ashuri will be ok, Po-ar, she can take care of herself. It helps that she knows who she does...."

Vincent shook his head. "I don't have a g'damn clue----but the girls do. Get here. We'll go once you show up. You might want to bring a bunch of your strongest friends." he shrugged, "and, um, avoid.......everything...... Is there any way you could just teleport? By now, you're going to have tons of assassins on your a**..."

Morrigan smiled slightly, though beneath it all, her worry matched Po-ar's. She pulled him into her arms, holding him, trying to soothe his guilt, to keep him warm. Poor thing trembled....
"There's bound to be something around here," Morrigan murmured softly, stroking his cheek and kissing his forehead. "Keep a level head, Po-ar. Everyone will get through this. I'm sure of it."
She rose to her feet, starting to send the entire room into disarray, until she found a small jar of salve. She chuckled. "Here...." she spoke gently, kneeling before him, applying it and fixing up his wounds the best she could. "It's blessed enough that it'll speed your healing up. Your hand, well..."
She examined it gingerly, deeply concerned. "Whatever it is, it's spreading. If I could access my powers, I'd attempt to set up some blocks to prevent it from spreading.... He sealed me right off the bat." she lamented. "If Ashuri arrives, and fights, we might be able to join her and cause our own rebellion. And who knows---she may bring reinforcements with her. At least I hope so..." Her gaze lifted to meet his, accepting and yet planning. This woman was the master of escapes, with good reason. "There might be secret passages here also."

The mesasgneer looked at the throne room guard with empty eyes before walking into the room, the rotting hound at his heels.

My master has a proposal

The messanger's motuh did not move, nor did his empty lok change, but he sent a message out telepathicalyl to answer the demon's question.

Someone who stands a lot to gain through the twins, one of which Naga held captive for a short time. He has much knowledge and asets and thinks that a tri-fold alliance would be beneficail to all parties involved.

The underling did not appear to be insulted at all. He just stared straight ahead with his vancant eyes while the dog growled softly at his feet.

Is the room secure? My master is very cautious. Much of his power comes from his enemies knowing little to nothing of him. The room must be secure, before he will meet with you in person.

My master is careful

I was teh servent's last message, before his features twisted and changed into that of the man than approached Naga before.

"Greetings," he sadi with a bow, lowering his cowl and revealing his small antlers, "I am Herne."

Herne offered his on bow to Konton, "Our enemies have already banded together, by fate or by chance but they have. It would be more..efficient to combine our assets. I have my hunters, my hounds and my knowledge to offer, all of which are near exhuastible."