Chapter 20

Scoobs987- I could do that. I do like the Lizardmen, and I really like Oxyotl in Total War plus it makes sense for Lizardmen to do that, but I need to think about who to bring as allies to the sisters because I already have enemies lined up.

"I wager it was over fifty years ago, back before I took the position as guild master of Fairy Tail." Said Makarov as he recalled the day, he saw that symbol. "I took this solo job. I was relatively arrogant at the time. I thought I was invincible." Naestra could see that. From what she gathered about the master; he was no different from Natsu during his youth. Arrogant and quite destructive. Perhaps not to the same extent as Natsu, but enough that he would be a completely different person to what he was now.

"And I take it this job was where you encountered this symbol, yes?" Asked Naestra, knowing the answer.

"Yes.' Said Makarov. "The job was simple enough. A town was experiencing assaults from a gang of thugs. So, they asked a Fairy Tail mage to deal with it." Makarov hummed a bit before continuing. "It took a few hours, but I eventually found where the gang was. It was a cave network that had been converted to a home for them. Being the hothead that I was, I stormed in without any kind of strategy. It worked well at first, but then I encountered their leader."

"Who was it?" Asked Naestra.

"To this day, I have no idea." Said Makarov. "She wore heavy plated armor and had an intricate mask that covered her lower face. In her hand was a sword of suck wickedness in its design I could scarcely believe that anyone could create such a thing." Naestra stayed silent as Makarov recalled that day, that being and their fight.

"How did you fare against her?" Asked Naestra, causing Makarov to sigh.

"If you can believe it, I fared poorly." Said Makarov, causing Naestra to blink in surprise. "I was shocked as you are, my child. To make matters worse, she had no magic of her own to fight me with. She simply used her own skills with a blade and the environment against me. She played me for the fool I was that day. She was smart. She fought me in an area where my signature magic was ill-suited for battle. She also, to my shame, used my own emotions against me."

"How so?" Asked Naestra, curious.

"She must have done some research on me." Said Makarov. "Because she used my love for my guild and my intolerance to hearing people saying bad things about it and its ideals against me. She told me that Fairy Tail was filled with weaklings and naïve fools. She told me that my guild inhibits the potential of those that join it and that I was wasting my time being with such a weak guild. Naturally, I got angry and attacked her recklessly. In hindsight, I should have seen what she was doing. She was trying to make me off balance. To try to use my emotions against me. Unfortunately, it worked. As a result, she gave me quite a few scars on my back and chest." He then rubbed his back as if remembering the pain again. "She was a dirty fighter, but a skilled one as well."

"How did you beat her?" Asked Naestra, wondering how managed to beat such an assailant. From what she could gather, Makarov faced a Druchii Dreadlord, the so-called nobles of the Dark Elves.

Either masterful schemers that can tear down nations with their deceitfulness or powerful generals that lead entire armies in grand campaigns against the enemies of the Witch King, Druchii Dreadlords were some of the most skilled warriors in their old world, regardless of what they excel in. Though it's said that they prefer to command their forces from the rear, so as not to leave themselves open to the blade of an assassin or worse having their rivals try to sabotage their efforts so they'll have to face the displeasure of the Witch King, they were all still killers. Honing their skills with a blade, each Dreadlord was a master in killing. No matter what, if you face a Dreadlord in battle, you must prepare for a dangerous battle.

"Dumb luck." Said Makarov as he crossed his arms. "I also used her own arrogance against her." He then explained the whole thing to Naestra in great detail.

Over fifty years ago

Makarov

"Pathetic weakling." Said the armored woman as she looked down on her opponent, laying on the ground, spilling blood from his many wounds. To make matters worse, the wounds were turning black as the poison from her blade was starting to take kick in. It must have been some sort of immobilizing poison because Makarov couldn't move his right leg, which had been slashed at by the woman's wicked sword."This is the illustrious Fairy Tail? Regarded as one of the most powerful guilds in this foolish land? Pathetic. Still, you will make a fine slave. Your power can be useful in securing my place amongst my people. If nothing else, you will fetch a high price in Bosco." Makarov just ground his teeth together as he glared at the monster that hides in the body of such a beauty. Even with the mask, Makarov could see that she would have been one of the most beautiful ladies he had ever seen and that was saying something. But now was not the time to ogle pretty girls. He had to escape from the clutches of this evil woman. Unfortunately, with the poison in his system impeding his movement, his options were limited. And with the poison now starting to spread through his body, immobilizing him further, Makarov realized there was only one way out of this.

Quickly getting his hands together, Makarov began to use a spell that Master Precht had taught him some time ago. He didn't know why Precht would teach him the spell, considering his past actions, but right now it was a blessing. Soon a bright yellow ball formed in the space between his hands. Upon seeing this, his opponent tried to stop him from casting whatever spell that he intended to cast but couldn't in time. She couldn't even react at all until she felt a searing pain and screamed as a result. The cavern they were in then lit up so brightly that it illuminated the entire cave system.

Present

"You casted Fairy Law on your assailant?" Asked Naestra, a bit shocked at this revelation. Having read up on Fairy Tail's history, Naestra knew what type of spell that Makarov used in his story.

Fairy Law was one of the three Grand Fairy Magics unique to the Fairy Tail Guild. Each one was a powerful Magic that can only be cast by someone bearing the Fairy Tail symbol on their person and have the proper training and knowledge to utilize them. Fairy Law, to her knowledge, was powerful magic used against a single opponent and it was a devastating spell that can easily kill someone, regardless of what defenses they had. To hear Makarov used it on a sole Druchii was something that worried Naestra.

"Well, I wasn't exactly swimming with options." Admitted Makarov. "Truth be told, I got a good scolding from the master at the time for using Fairy Law on a sole opponent. He said that Fairy Law should only be used as a last resort, for its great power can easily corrupt those that use it, even those within the guild itself. Plus, if I use it all the time, I would be neglecting my other magic spells and whatnot. And that's not a good thing, right?" Naestra nodded at that. Relying solely on one skill in battle was something that she knew was a fatal mistake for if one encountered a foe that can reliably counter that skill, then they would surely die. That is why she was skilled in both using a spear and a sword, even though she preferred to use her bow, so she would be prepared if she faced an opponent that called for a different weapon other than a bow and arrow.

"Anyway." Continued Makarov, catching Naestra's attention. "Even though I won, the poison entered my system completely and I couldn't move. I stayed in that accursed spot for two whole days before my own team came in. They worried about me for taking too long on a solo mission and went to check up on me. *Chuckles* The scolding I got from Porlyusica for doing Fairy Law while she extracted the poison from my body." Naestra, while relieved that Makarov had been, more or less, fine after the encounter with the Druchii, couldn't help but wonder what happened to his opponent.

"If I may ask, what became of your foe?" Asked Naestra. "What became of her?" Makarov sighed at that before telling her the truth.

"I honestly do not know what had become of her." Said Makarov honestly. "After I casted Fairy Law, I lost consciousness. When I asked my team of what happened to her, they claimed they never saw anyone with her description in the cave network. Fairy Law, as you know, doesn't kill an opponent. So, she must have escaped."

"And that was it?" Asked Naestra, causing Makarov to nod.

"Yes." Said Makarov. "We collected the reward money owed to me and left for the guild. Along the way, my team pestered me about the woman I fought. The one that nearly beat me. Perhaps it was due to my pride at the time or something else, but I refused to say anything about her again. Even when I became Guild Master and became the man you see now, I didn't talk about her at all. Until now at least."

"I see." Said Naestra. "And the symbol I showed you, it was on her sword or person?"

"Her shield actually." Answered Makarov. "A small shield meant for encounters in confined spaces. It was the exact same symbol as the one that you showed me." Naestra nodded at that before asking another question that will definitely confirm the presence of the Dreadwaters in Fiore.

"And forgive me for asking, but her ears. What shape were they? Were they knife-shaped or at the least pointed?" Asked Naestra. Makarov blinked at such an odd question, but nonetheless answered it.

"As a matter of fact, they were." Said Makarov. "The mask my assailant wore may have blocked them a bit, but I can say with confidence that her ears were shaped rather oddly. Knife-shaped if I recall correctly. Why do you ask such an odd question?" Naestra didn't say anything at first, her fears more confirmed than ever, but soon did.

"Because this symbol belongs to a ruthless family." Said Naestra. "One that both my sister and I wished to never encounter in our lives." Upon hearing that, Makarov narrowed his eyes. To him, this meant that both Naestra and Arahan knew something about this symbol and those affiliated with it. Something that he had a feeling that he and the entire guild should know.

"And what do you mean by that?" Asked Makarov as he crossed his arms as he looked at Naestra suspiciously. "You know those behind this symbol?" Naestra sighed at that, knowing that she had to give him information. This wasn't some random town mayor that can easily be dissuaded from wanting to know more of how she knew of the Dreadwaters, this was her guild master. A man that she grew to trust if such a thing can exist between elves and humans, and respect. She knew that Makarov would want to know more about this threat, especially if one Druchii Dreadlord was able to nearly best him in his prime, so as to prepare if more should come to pass. And she suspected that more would come when whoever leads the Dreadwaters now learns about her and her sister. Besides, had Makarov not proven that he would protect all in his guild, regardless of their past deeds or origins in all her years of knowing him?

Deciding to trust Makarov with some information about her true origins, but not all of it, Naestra spoke up.

"Before I tell you what I know, you must promise me that you will protect my sister, myself, and Diederick. For what I'm about to reveal to you may be a shock to you." Said Naestra, completely serious. Blinking in surprise, Makarov looked at her, saw the expression, and nodded.

"By my word as Guild Master of Fairy Tail, I promise." Said Makarov, holding up one hand while the other was pressed on his chest. Satisfied, Naestra placed her hands on her hood. Curious, Makarov wondered what the symbol had anything to do with her hood when she lowered it, revealing her ears to be the same shape as the ones belonging to the woman he faced so long ago.

Stunned a bit, Makarov didn't say anything for a while. Eventually, after recovering enough to speak, Makarov spoke up.

"My word." Said Makarov, staring at Naestra's knife-shaped ears. "You have the same ears as the one that I faced all those years ago."

"Yes." Said Naestra as she tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ears. "Both that woman and I are elves, Guild Master. Not the elves from the tales made for children, but actual elves." Makarov took some time to process this. Elves. Actual elves. For the longest time, humanity has thought of elves as myths. Even with all the fantastic and beautiful species in Earthland, no one has ever seen an elf before. Humanity has searched high and low for new species to study and, hopefully, become friends with, but they have never encountered elves before since the dawn of the first man-made boat. This led to people declaring elves as myths and though there were those that believe they exist, the vast majority of humans, including those that have access to magic, believe elves to be a Fairy tale.

Truth be told, Makarov used to believe elves were a Fairy tale as well until that faithful day with that accursed woman and seeing her ears. Not only that, but her fighting technique was something to behold. It was like watching a dance. A dance for the rich and famous. Yet also it was deadly and merciless in how it dealt with opponents. Honestly, minus the spikes, dreadful colors of her armor, and her attitude, the woman from his past looked exactly what some people saw elves. Beautiful, slim, and with a curvy body to match it all. And small breasts as well. Though some men thought otherwise.

And now he was seeing another elf, this time one that stayed with his guild for over a decade.

"My word." Said Makarov as he recovered from this revelation. "I always suspected that woman to be an elf, but I never got a chance to confirm that. Now that you revealed yourself to be an elf, I think I can safely say that woman was as well."

"She was, master." Said Naestra with a serious look. "That woman belonged to a ruthless elven household called the Dreadwaters, a house of elves that are slavers and masters of the sea." Upon hearing that, Makarov couldn't help but be shocked. There were plenty of stories about elves, yes, but never was there any that spoke of elves as being slavers. They mostly talked of how beautiful and fair they were. How wise and powerful they were or how moral they were among other things. Slavery was the last thing that people would use for elves and yet Naestra claimed that there was an entire elven house that dealt in slavery.

"My word." Said Makarov. "And they kept themselves hidden for so long? Without the Magic Council knowing for their existence?"

"They must have used false identities or used liaisons to keep their true selves hidden." Explained Naestra. "There is also illusion magic that they can use to hide their ears." Makarov nodded at that in agreement.

"Hmm. They must also be operating in a separate kingdom as well." Suggested Makarov. "That would certainly help."

"Well, the slavers that we encountered were sending their cargo of young women to Bosco. Perhaps that is where the Dreadwaters live?" Said Naestra, causing Makarov to nod in agreement.

"It's certainly in the realm of possibility." Said Makarov. "Bosco is the only kingdom that I know of that allows slavery and it's relatively unknown to most inhabitants of Fiore. Those that deal with them are only allowed in their port cities. Anything beyond them is forbidden by the kingdom of Bosco." Naestra hummed at that. With that information, Naestra was sure that the Dreadwaters were headquartered at Bosco. Not only did the country allow slavery, which was something that always drew in Druchii, but its limited exposure to outside elements made a perfect place for the Druchii to hide while also maintain their slavery ways.

A part of her wanted to go to Bosco and confirm it, but she doubted it would be easy. The Druchii of the Dreadwaters would be cautious with what happened at Hargeon town and would no doubt be suspicious to anyone that looked like her and Arahan as they were the primary reason for the failure of Bora along with Natsu and Lucy. It would be sometime before they strike again. So, much as it may anger Arahan, they must be patient.

"Well, I wish we can go to Bosco to confirm it, but I'm afraid that the Dreadwaters would be ever suspicious of Fairy Tail mages after the failure at Hargeon Town." Said Naestra. "Even if they weren't involved, I doubt they would let us find them. The Dreadwaters have stayed hidden for this long, who's to say they can't for much longer."

"Indeed." Agreed Makarov. "Much as I hate to admit it, we need to wait before they slip up again. The Magic Council will need more proof than just you and I in order to launch an investigation of Bosco. It's beyond their jurisdiction. If they try to launch an investigation without much proof backing them up that Bosco was involved in the kidnapping of our people, then other countries may see this as an act of aggression and act accordingly." Naestra agreed on that. Humans, it seemed, did not like it when foreign entities tried to force their own views and laws on territories not of their own, seeing it was both weakness and bullying from foreigners. Even her own world, the Empire of Man would find it distasteful if a noble of Bretonnia went about their lands in a grand crusade, doing whatever they deemed necessary for their honor. Which can lead to a diplomatic nightmare if the noble saw an Empire official dealing in things that the noble deems immoral and slays him as a result, not knowing he was an important individual in the defense of the Empire, leading to many deaths from Orcs attacks or from the Forces of Chaos.

"Agreed." Said Naestra with some disappointment. "If that is all, then can I ask something of you master?" Upon seeing him nod his head, Naestra spoke. "May you please keep this revelation of my true identity a secret, even from the rest of the guild. I know that it's wrong to keep such a secret from the rest of the guild, but I don't want my son to be in danger because of his affiliation with an elf. There are quite a few people in Fiore that would do anything to acquire an individual from a previously thought fake species. Yes?"

Makarov nodded at that, having met such individuals in his time in Fairy Tail. He would no doubt imagine some people may try to kidnap both Naestra and Arahan for themselves or for some rich family that liked to have such fine women for themselves, especially if they were from a species like Elves if the species was even half of what people make them out to be. And that wasn't accounting for their son. Though he knew the boy can defend himself if danger comes, there were plenty, much to Makarov's shame, mages out there that can easily incapacitate a non-magic user that use their magic for despicable acts. And it seemed Naestra knew as well. Thus, he promised her that he would keep this revelation a secret.

"You have my word that I will keep this between us." Said Makarov. "I know the despicable people out there and I know that some of them will do anything to acquire a previously thought to be unreal race as elves, even if it means going up against one of the most powerful guilds in Fiore. Though I will suggest that perhaps you should reveal your true selves to Mirajane and Elfman. They certainly earned your trust, did they not?"

"They did." Agreed Naestra. "But the fewer people know the better. I know you disapprove, master, but until I can be assured that my son is capable of defending himself, even against other mages, then I can't reveal this to many people. I only showed you this because I trust you. Both as a leader and that you'll hide this secret from the rest of the world. Forgive me, but I can't reveal this to anyone else. Not until they've fully earned my trust. That includes, much as it may pain me to say, Mirajane and her brother" Makarov hummed at that, understanding what she was saying.

"Very well." Said Makarov. "Though I don't approve of it, I will keep this secret from the rest of the guild until you change your mind. However, before I let you go, may I ask what caused these Dreadwaters to become what they are now? Compared to you, the woman I faced was beyond cruel and sadistic. A stark contrast to you and Arahan. So, what happened?"

"*Sighs* Truth be told, even I do not know the full story." Said Naestra. "But if you wish to know, then let me tell you the story of the Druchii and how they came to be. Be warned, though, some of the details are either false or fantasized a bit. My people tend to make up things to pass the time. The story is also one that isn't for the faint of heart."

"That is alright." Said Makarov. "I trust you to give me the general story behind them and I have seen much in my time as both a Fairy Tail Mage and guild master of Fairy Tail. I can handle whatever you say."

"Very well." Said Naestra before beginning the tale of how the Druchii came to be. "First it all started with the High Elven king, Aenarion the Defender."

Meanwhile

In a dark dreary room somewhere in Fiore, two figures were kneeling under the only light source in the room before another figure, draped in the darkness of the room.

"So, the guild known as Fairy Tail stopped Bora and you had to kill him to prevent him from revealing our involvement?" Asked the figure draped in darkness, a feminine voice revealing them to be a female. When one of the figures nodded their heads, she snarled. "That guild once again gets in my way, just like they did over fifty years ago. To make matters worse the fool that is their guild master is the same one as…" She didn't say more when one of her hands went up to her face. If the other figures in the room didn't know any better, they would have thought she was holding her face in pain. A few seconds later she spoke. "No matter. We already got the slaves that we needed to acquire. And our other agents have already acquired more from other countries as well. This minor inconvenience means nothing in the grand scheme of things. However, if we get the chance, we shall gain vengeance on Fairy Tail for all that they've done to us. Is that understood?" Once the figures nodded again, she bid them gone. Once they left her, the figure walked towards the light source, revealing her face.

While one half was pale and flawless as snow, the other was marred with a black brand that scarred her beauty. The brand was the same symbol as that of Fairy Tail, but unlike those from the guildhall, this one was painful and seemed to be constantly giving her pain as if to remind her of something. Touching the brand, she snarled as she remembered who was in charge of Fairy Tail.

"I swear to you." Said the lady as she drew a sword from her hip, revealing it to be a wicked blade with a serrated edge. Eyeing the blade fondly, the woman spoke up. "I will have your head for what you did to me, Makarov Dreyar." With that, she sheathed the blade and went back into the darkness.

Meanwhile

A figure was currently walking down a spiral of steps towards something. This figure wore dark armor that was slim and protected only the essentials, allowing for quick movement. It was obvious to anyone that this person was a messenger. And a messenger he was. To deliver a message to the captain of the ship that he was currently on. A message that was to be delivered quickly lest he suffers an agonizing death.

As he walked, the stairs he was on suddenly jerked, causing him to nearly lose his footing. Cursing, the man continued his walk after recovering fully.

"Blasted boat." Thought the man as he walked. "How can anyone live in such despicable conditions. Corsairs are such unrefined brutes." He, of course, didn't say it out loud, knowing what would happen to him if any of the crew heard what he just thought of. Especially the captain.

A few seconds later, he arrived at his destination. A large door that held the symbol of the ship he was on of along with the family that owned it. A shield-colored blueish green with an orange mask shaped like a sea creature in the middle of said shield. The symbol of the Fellhearts, the Druchii family responsible for the destruction of the Dreadwaters, their hated rivals. At least that was what most other Dark Elves, including the Fellhearts, thought of.

Mustering his courage, the man knocked on the door, believing it to be the captain's quarters. A few seconds later he heard the sounds of feet hitting the wooden floor. He then heard the sounds of locks being released or removed. Soon, the doors opened, revealing a near-naked Dark Elf woman.

Wearing little more than a silk-like bra and panties with arm and leg covers, the woman's natural beauty was on display for all to see and that was what she liked the messenger suspected. A part of the messenger wanted to take the woman, here and now, but he stopped himself at the last minute. Now was not the time to indulge in pleasure. He had a message to deliver.

With that in mind, he ordered the woman to take him to the captain, which she did with a smirk. Allowing him entry, the woman then escorted him through the room. Upon entering, the messenger could see that the room was much more expansive than he originally thought.

What he thought was the captain's quarters was actually a large pleasure room filled with whores. Most Druchii ships, especially those owned by one of the noble houses of the Druchii, have a whore or two onboard in case the crew needs to relieve themselves with some of the largest ships having a room or two dedicated for such acts.

This particular one, however, was different. Unlike other whore rooms the messenger had the pleasure of going to, the whores of this one were from the elven races. Either male or female, the whores were all elves, pleasuring their customers as best they can with the most expensive being those from Ulthuan due to how hard it was to capture High Elves alive and breaking them as well. No men or women from the race of Men were insight. It was obvious to the messenger that this room was made for officers and special guests, evidenced further by the number of guards in this room that stood side by side the various Druchii that were being pleasured.

Ignoring the various whores either performing for their customers or trying to get his attention, the messenger followed the whore that was escorting him to the captain of the ship. As he walked, he could see the various Druchii officers looking at him, pausing their pleasure for a brief moment to glare at the messenger or smirking at him, wondering what message he was bringing to their captain. It was as if they knew who he was delivering his message too and he didn't like it one bit. Speeding up a bit, the messenger ordered the whore to move faster, eager to get off this ship of crude and unsophisticated primal beasts.

Soon, the whore led him to a room that was filled with a handful of Druchii in heavy armor talking over a large map on a table. The room was magically enchanted to prevent noise from coming in or out of the room once the door to the room was closed, enabling complete privacy for any…elicit activities. The door to the room was currently opening, meaning whatever the Druchii were saying was nothing to keep a secret about.

Looking at the room of Druchii, the messenger spotted his target and took a breath before venturing in.

Upon his entry, he saw most of the Druchii in armor had whores surrounding them and that a few of them were females, some of which had whores around them as well. Gulping at seeing one High Elf whore, probably not even past her first century, having her breasts being twisted painfully by one Druchii's armored hand, the messenger addressed his target, one of the few Dark Elves without whores around him.

"Lord Fellheart." Said the messenger, bowing before the captain of the ship he was on, the Tower of the Blessed Dread, Lokhir Fellheart. Upon hearing his name, the captain looked at the messenger.

Dressed in heavy armor like those Dark Elves around him along with a cloak made from a dragon's hide, the captain of the Blessed Dread wore a unique golden helmet-shaped in the likeness of a sea monster. It was what allowed the messenger to identify where Fellheart was. Only he wore the helmet and he made sure that everyone knew it.

Starring at the messenger with red, beady eyes, the captain of the Blessed Dread addressed the messenger.

"Tell me, messenger." Said Lokhir as he eyed the messenger. "What message have you brought that caused you to interrupt our plans to raid and plunder the shores of the weak and those of our hated enemies between my most trusted officers and myself?" The messenger stopped himself from taking a breath as he saw Lokhir's officers, both male and female, looked at him, either with devious smirks or staring apathetically at him, daring him to do something stupid so they have something else to do other than have whores pleasuring them. Without delay, he brought forth a scroll tied together with the seal of the Fellhearts and handed it to Lokhir.

"This comes from your sister, my lord." Said the messenger as Lokhir broke the seal with one of his twin daggers, the Red blades, formed from metals he took the Kingdom of Ind along with other treasures from that kingdom. Unfolding the scroll, Lokhir read the letter while his officers either continuing to smirk at the messenger, awaiting what befall on him, or casually brought out a knife and began to inspect it. Soon, Lokhir finished reading it and set the scroll down.

"It is like my sister to both be vague of her intentions and to be as threatening as possible in a letter." Said Lokhir with some amusement. He then looked at the messenger. "And though I respect my sister for the work she has done, I cannot have the fleet pull back to Karond Kar. Not even the Blessed Dread alone will go back. We are on a slave raid. And if we come back empty-handed the Witch King will not only have our heads, but our families will be in peril as well. So, I will not be turning back for my sister, no matter how…morsels she gives to persuade me." Upon hearing that, the messenger internally panicked. Lokhir's sister demanded that her brother arrive immediately. If he doesn't, there will be hell to pay. Starting with him. Before the messenger can try to persuade Lokhir, the captain of the Blessed Dread spoke up.

"If you wish to live, messenger." Said Lokhir as if knowing what was going on in his mind. "Then you will stay aboard my ship and pray that my sister's rage will be abated with the spoils brought from the lands of Ind and Cathay! If not, then enjoy the last few days of your pitiful life." Before the messenger can even speak, Lokhir ordered one of his officers. "Vestea! Take this landlubber to one of the guest rooms. See that he is comfortable. After all, his days may be numbered." Vestea, one of the female officers and was the one that was torturing the poor elven girl the whole exchange between Lokhir and the messenger, smirked before letting go of the girl's breasts.

"My pleasure." Said Vestea before looking at the girl that was currently nursing her abused mammalian glands. She went learned over the girl and said that she'll be back later, scaring the girl to near death. With that she excused herself and grabbed the messenger roughly, uncaring of what he thought. "Don't fret. I'll be gentle. For now." Chuckling darkly, Vestea took the messenger away without giving him a chance to speak. Once they were both gone, Lokhir went about discussing where to hit first and what he expected from his officers when they hit their first target.