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Auriole sighs softly at the distress of her prison mates. She hadn't worried either way since it didn't feel like an execution, and even if it was one she'd decided long ago that she wouldn't fear death. She looks up at the king, wary of his hawklike gaze. It was as if he was a cat, looking at what he had captured to decide what to eat first. Nonetheless, the prospect of being able to stretch her legs, to point her bottled up emotion at something, is appealing. She mulls it over for a second; surely there's a catch. There always is one with humans. But... She looks up at the giant as he speaks, committing his name, face, and sin to memory. She sighs and looks the king in the eye, careful to keep her face neutral. [color=0054a6]"As the Sin of Wrath, I, Auriole, accept your offer."[/color]