[Milton Island Assault]

"We're both strapped down to this seat. It's good enough," Ilpholin assures him as her hands wander to the arms around her waist, comfortably holding them in return.

As Ir-Vi-Sid makes his plea, her eyes narrow. "I do not," Ilpholin replies coldly. "It would be one thing if these creatures were cowardly performing menial tasks for the demons. But we're talking about a group who summoned the demons here in the course of their own ambition - for their petty power squabbles. If I see a gnoll, I am cutting them down. We can interrogate one of the ones who actually manages to survive their injuries. Or, if you're so intent on inefficient bureaucracy, you can capture some yourself to put on trial and call those the lucky ones."