Vert stood up from the fair and then looked towards the others as they approached. "I don't want to die. I can tell you that." Vert said her hair ragged and a bit knotted in places. She wasn't used to having her maw forcibly being revealed and tied up. It was uncomfortable to say the least. "You heard the story from the Storyteller of my past. I never had a choice in becoming what I am now. I never wanted to be a Devourer, who in their right mind wants to eat their own family?" Vert asked pleading her case.

"Help me break free of this curse, I can help you find the Warlock, I know where he is and how to get there with the minimum amount of resistance." Vert again pleaded. Sure she could lead them there without having the curse lifted, but it would be harder for her to control her urges then. "And as the story teller said, the only way to break this curse is to rid me of my body. This curse was put on so deep that it changed my very body, not something one can come back from. So I ask of you. Turn my into a slime, not only will I help you find the Warlock. I will also aid you in battle." Vert said as she looked at them through her ragged hair.