[color=39b54a][b]"Twenty of the damn things! Sounds like we got our work cut out for us eh?"[/b][/color], to anyone watching it would appear that Nilara was speaking to herself. That wasn't entirely false as she was speaking with Saria. The desire demon had recently become capable of speaking directly to her host without melding their minds. [b]"I look forward to facing these creatures, it has been ages since I've last slain a beast and I tire of killing peasants"[/b], the demon whispered back into the mind of the necromancer. Nilara raised a brow in response, Saria had always been murderous but for desire sake never simply for the fun of killing. [color=39b54a][b]"You a desire demon? Cause you sure sound like a wrath demon right about now"[/b][/color], Nilara smirked at her comment. While she had never gotten used to the fact that she was a mortal prison for a demonic soul it did comfort her slightly that she'd have someone to talk to. Most here gave Nilara dirty looks when she first arrived. It didn't help that she came in on chains, but apparently her reputation preceded her. Most of the time she was fine with that, people who knew her feared and respected her. But this lot was different, they probably hunted her kind and would be more than a match for her. Fortunately their quarry wasn't the necromancer so she'd relax until that changed.