As Torus described Tiamat in all her glory, a smile crept on the cultists face. Her opponents seemed to be well aware of what there was against them, yet they thought they could handle the very Queen of dragons. She couldn't see much, if anything, but she could somehow feel that there was some sort of a visual display going around her. She could only hope that the display was accurate.

Once the druid leaned to speak into her ear, confusion spread across her face. The man sounded angry, but the words made no sense to her. She could pick up the words "you" and "hero", but that was about it. Soon after that moment she could hear the same voice guiding some people out of the room, but the sound of heavy metal boots that had entered earlier was nowhere to be heard. Not everyone had left. But before she could finish thinking about it, she experienced a miniature flood as the ball of cold water she could not have seen was released above her head.

"Pfbbbblllt!" she spat out, the water that had ended up in her mouth flying off in an arc. "Blahh!" she complained, sticking out her tongue in revulsion. She did soon draw her tongue back in and spat to her right, finishing up doing what she could do to clean her mouth of the wastewater. Soon she could hear the female voice again, them asking about her leaders. "Names? I've no need for their names. If a wearer of purple gives the order, I follow the order. And I don't know more about the dragon than you do", she answered.

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[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Ryonara][@Gordian Nought][@Norschtalen][@Lucius Cypher]