Mistress. Creator. Lady. Each title drew inward pain and regret, as Faetalis was forced to confront the fact that she was all that remained of her once illustrious guild: Infactorium; now, a shambles of ruins, beset upon a mountaintop forest, and nothing more than a shadow of the dungeon it once was - like Aztec Ruins, in a beautifully, ironic way. However, she couldn't face that challenge further than a moment, as she refocused, and reached out a colossal forepaw to caress Levia's head with a single talon that was as long as she stood tall. “[color=add8e6]You've done well,[/color]” she says, “[color=add8e6]As have you, Tungsten. And, you've done fantastically Mae.[/color]”

Despite the sovereign depths of harshness in Havern's voice, there was an undeniable kindness and genuineness from Faetalis's own speaking. Looking around, she noticed the absence of Gamma and Cormac, but, as she needed Levia and Tungsten more than either, that was fine enough for now. There was a suddenness with the watch that Havern's body seemed to crumble inwards, and the forgery of wood and metal flexed outwards, to crumble and collapse to the ground - leaving a skyclad Faetalis to be head-patting Levia, before her dress reformed around her.

“[color=add8e6]I have surveyed the area around us, and I have... little to report, beyond an oddity...[/color]” Faetalis admits, “[color=add8e6]However, I will supply that report at a later date. What needs to be known is that we are being set upon.[/color]” Faetalis turned, “[color=add8e6]This is a problem we can prevent, however. Tungsten, I need you to use your sonar to ping the area that I'll be taking you and Levia to, as I wish to identify structural weaknesses to soundly smooth out a mile of the mountain face for Levia to destroy so perfectly that no-one can climb up with ease.[/color]”

Faetalis turned back, “[color=add8e6]Canology Mae, your presence is serendipitous. If it would not trouble you, I have a request of yourself, your staff, and Gamma - although, it may be a demeaning request to you both,[/color]” she frowned, “[color=add8e6]Before I had Levia and Tungsten reshape the mountain face, I request that you and Gamma repel the expedition that strays near us - instill a sense that something demonic haunts this mountain, so they won’t get hurt by the collapse planned.[/color]” Sighing, Faetalis rubbed her cheeks, as if frustrated, “[color=add8e6]I’d rather not imply that you’re only purpose is to be monsters, but alas, such is what I need and request of you. If you find this agreeable, please relay this request to Gamma, and seek me out as swiftly as possible.[/color]”

Despite the unspoken notion that Cormac would be unnecessary in this plan, Faetalis had designs in mind for the most human of her Overseers; though, giant as he was, his physique was still entirely human, as was his overall progress of thought. As such, once the humans were sufficiently cowed by her current plan, she could put into motion the idea of using Cormac by her side as an envoy’s assistant of sorts.

After all, how better to blend in, than to look the same. It was the reason she kept up her human appearance, after all. Plus, with his taciturn nature, Faetalis had little reason to worry about Cormac speaking out of turn - unless the matter was that of blacksmithing, but that was for another day’s worry.

Right now, she just needed Mae’s answer, Levia’s destructive nature, and Tungsten’s sensory prowess.