Ahnasha had a sympathetic expression as she slowly shook her head. "She killed herself? Zealots, they can never make anything easy, can they? If it's any consolidation, I doubt someone like that would have given up a word to us, no matter what we did to her. At least we still have someone left to question. Several, by the looks of it."

Bringing up her hand, Ahnasha rubbed her chin contemplatively. "But a wagon driver you say? Hmm, you don't think she knows anything? You sure she was telling the truth? It might be safest just to let me take their souls. Never know what they might tell the guards, and besides, I am getting so very, very close to my goal." She suggested, her tone almost casual. Ahnasha was, of course, willing to use the souls of their enemies for her goals, and they had already come to an agreement on that long ago, but this was the first time she had been in a position to suggest using the soul of anyone not provably hostile to them. Not to mention the fact that she was apparently intending to take the soul of a little girl; granted, she was still unaware of the girl's exact age.