[Suzerain of Sheol]

The three men look to each other, pondering this unforeseen disturbance.

A wild talent, Diogenes conveys to them. Broken by the horrors her mind can command.

Powerful? Zaccheus inquires, maintaining a stoic reserve to the spectacle unfolding in front of him.

As she is... I could crush her utterly.

Refrain, pray.

As you wish. She presents little threat. A chirugeon could drive the madness from her, and with proper tutelage, she could be of use, one day. I am loath to have her along for the expedition, though.

Crossing his arms, Thomas interjects his own thoughts. We've need of bodies, if nothing else. Demons may be drawn to her insanity over sounder minds.

Cold of you, priest, Diogenes snipes, fully aware of the hypocrisy in the statement. And she could just as easily be a beacon for our foes.

They must be eradicated, regardless. Let them come. You will bring her, and Diogenes, do what you may for her.

Very well, though precious little, I fear. I am inept to healing.

Even still.

Zaccheus then rises from his throne, arms sweeping over the group. "We deny none to the cause of our kind. And valor takes many forms. Godspeed," he ends with a sardonic smile.

"As I said, we leave at dawn!" Thomas intones. "You are all dismissed."