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Xen paced slowly back and forth in front of Vert, leering at the woman. He had no love for her and cared very little for her tragic story. He was not in the business of taking pity, but her knowledge of the Warlock's camps and movements could prove invaluable. He could always torture the information out of her but he found that anyone under such duress will say anything for the torment to end. Of course, taking the woman with them could prove hazardous as well.

[color=silver]"You betray your master so easily. If you believed us capable of breaking the curse, why not simply ask for our aid? Instead, you murdered a family. Butchered them in front of that boy. Tragic past or not, you are an [i]abomination[/i]."[/color] Xen leaned ever close, emphasizing the last word. He sighed as he pulled back, however, looking at the rest of the group. [color=silver]"The information this one provides could prove useful. Should you wish to break this curse, I leave it in the decision of the group. In front of you, you have two stones. One black and one white."[/color] Xen moved towards the end of the row, a golden bowl laid there with an inlaid top, a small hole the only entry point at the top.

[color=silver]"Make your decision and place the stone inside."[/color] He gestured to the bowl, running his hand across it. [color=silver]"White for mercy. Black for execution."[/color] Xen's opposite hand moved smoothly over the top of it, and any keen observer would see he was palming something in it. After it passed over the hole, his hand relaxed, revealing nothing within it. He went to stand by Sadron and awaited the decision. Democracy, after all.