[color=ed1c24][b]"The only thing I need from you is the time I should pick you up for dinner, my oh so lovely butterfly."[/b][/color] Azavarn said in his suave tone, a sly smirk placed upon his lips. His crimson eyes scanned over his insectoid ally as he let out a slight chuckle, before he turned his attention to the man that was added to his herd of ill gotten [I]'goods'[/I]. His gaze fell upon a young girl who whimpering softly into the bosom of her mother. [color=ed1c24][b]"You should do nicely."[/b][/color] He said before he snapped his fingers and the shackles that bound the girl to her mother vanished and were replaced with a new set that connected to the pair that were now on Clotho's pet alchemist. The demonic man looked out over what was once a village, now being little more than a oversized bonfire. He admired his comrades efforts as much as he could, observing the unique brand of destruction and mayhem each one wrought upon the innocent villagers. [color=ed1c24][b]"You have to admire their enthusiasm. Like children at play, so much energy and potential, yet no real direction."[/b][/color] He spoke half to himself and half to the so called bug queen. [color=ed1c24][b]"They could use a bit more [I]finesse[/I] if you ask me. Though who am I to talk? I after all don't use geyser of worms now do I?"[/b][/color] He said with a devilish chuckle.