*A dull red/black glow rolls over the halfling's tattoo as she saunters forward, a smirk on her face, and an eyebrow raised cynically.*

Must not be much of a truth if ye fear death. But really, what will I get for joinin' with ye? There must be some'at good.

*Smiles grimly.*

I think the real problem is ye're thinkin' yer "Master" is meaner than these kindly gents.

*Shrugs, nonchalantly, fingering a knife.*

Ye might be right. But ye see...I am no' a gent at all.

*A flash in her eye was all the warning anyone recieved. The knife flashed and a hand fell to the floor. Fire bloomed at the end of the severed joint, only to die down. The young woman straightens and strolls a couple of steps away.*

See...Torture is often more effective than threats, or even the reality of death. And believe me, we've enough healin' powers to make it last for eternity.

*Smiles again, making sure the bloody knife shone in the dim light.*

Or do ye have a better truth for me?
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I exist as Diana, develop Proserpina, and accept Hekate. I am complete.