Watching from her perch on the peak, Sybil stared down below at the returning soldiers.  It was a bittersweet sight to see some families rejoice in relief at the return of their loved ones while others were forced to mourn their losses.  There was a darkness to her eyes as she thought about the human king—King Hilden.  She never would forget the day she was on display next to her mother, the only thing saving her from a fiery death being the unpleasant stench of charred flesh and a rambunctious boy ready to take on the world.  She had no love for the kingdom she'd left behind or its king and wished nothing but darkness and despair for its future.

Though it may not have looked like she was paying attention to him, she heard every word Dalious had to say.  A slow nod of understanding that appeared almost vacant, she eventually turned towards him.  “Land and a castle for all of your men as well as me?” she asked with a raised brow wondering if he really thought Everendall would go for such a thing.  To be granted land with a manor would essentially be granting them places in the elven hierarchy which she knew the king would not do.  They had strict rules about such things and perhaps the main reason why she was simply a consort rather than a queen.

“You want my help, you receive nothing else,” she stated.  It was a terrible offer for him, but if they truly needed her help for this task and there was no one else that could do it, he had little choice.  Though Everendall would not approve, he did not have the right to dictate her life.  Unlike the staff that worked there or some of the other consorts in the castle, she did not belong to him.  This was a decision she was making for herself.  “We will go into the hellsmouths together.”

Glancing over at Dalious, she added, “I'm only offering to help because it is you asking, dear friend.”  A frown on her face, she admitted, “I do not care one way or the other whether or not this world dies in darkness.”  It had done little for her.