Immediately after Solomon finished saying the word “Asmodeus,” her whole table began to squabble and debate noisily, keeping her from hearing the rest of the organizations in their group… Her group. None of these insignificant servants would take this honor away from her. She swiftly stole a savage dagger from the raggedy man on her right, jabbing it into the sumptuous table with a thunderous thud. The men surrounding the table jumped skittishly, becoming completely silent as she stared at them.

“Now then.. Surely, none of you want to risk your life by taking on this mission. Also, if you were to somehow fail, yet live through the ordeal, would you want to be hunted and tortured by Asmodeus himself?” Her tone changed to one of feigned amusement. “Or by me? Remember Mesule?” All of them blanched suddenly, bowing courteously in her direction to show their decision “It is set, then." She paused for a moment, before giving them instructions, "All of you depart from this palace and return to whence you came. Leave anything you think I may find useful.. Keep in mind that if I do not succeed, Asmodeus will most likely send some (if not all) of you, so be generous with your gifts." A hint of a smile graced Myr's smooth, slightly purple lips.

But that smile faded as soon as Namfoodle shouted for the "final group." Myrenae followed his instructions after she collected the things her company had left behind, striding over to him with deathless grace. She would go along with this little charade of "follow the leader," but she would not roll over. She would not allow herself to be anyone's toy.

Myr grinned soullessly.

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