[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

Iraleth watched impassively as Ciara left before her gaze turned back towards the imp. Whether or not someone entered the Iris Record was of no concern to her. Glory was a byproduct of deeds, not the goal. 

The side comment from the orc girl in Compact 4 had Iraleth suppress a snort of amusement. She couldn't help but agree. Otis certainly liked to hear himself talk, didn't he? Fortunate that he was clever. Too clever by half, considering everything she'd seen him do up to this moment. That boy was scheming [i]something[/i]. She just couldn't tell how harmful it would be to others when it came to fruition.

Nonetheless, he posed a question Iraleth had to answer.

[b]"See?"[/b] She tilted her head. [b]"It surrendered not long after you left. The veil around the wolf turned into that imp. Demanded to be taken to a leader, invoked prisoner rights."[/b] Iraleth narrowed her eyes at the little shit in question. [b]"Personally, I think it's just mocking us."[/b]

The paladin looked aside towards Valen Leuvalt, who seemingly still hadn't picked a faction. She glared, trying to convey a message through sheer force of will and her glower.

[i]Wund. Wund. I don't want to work with you. [b]WUND[/b].[/i]

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