Assallya moved to the overlord, her soft silks floating about her like so many shadows and clung gently to his bicep for he didn't like being impeded in his movements.  Her long golden hair washed over his shoulder and she gazed up at the advisor that had been hung upside down.  She loved it when the overlord exerted his authority.  She loved watching him punish others.  It was a power she could flex herself when she so chose, in his name of course, but it was something she greatly enjoyed.

"My lord," the voice of the doomlord said in a deep, booming voice, that reverberated around the room, rattling some of the panes. "Whilst I am sure he has done many things to deserve such a punishment, he is one of our better advisers, and he seems to have learnt his lesson."

"Also, I'm pretty sure we have a hero problem."

"Again."

"A hero problem?" Assallya echoed, "Did someone finally pull that bastard magic sword out of the stone?  I particularly liked that last one that staked himself to a tree in hopes of understanding all the powers of the ancients.  That problem took care of itself when he bled himself out."