Reinholdt's Repository

[Reinholdt]

[Caedem Temple]

Reinholdt's eyes flick back and forth between Kitsuki and Obriane. He's not sure what's going on, but it's clear things are escalating. Two old and powerful spirits of the temple probably. Warlord and High Priest perhaps?

"I." Either way, Ọbasìn seems to have struck a nerve with Rein. "Am NOT." Rein raises the knife. "A PET!!" He attempts to jab it into his other hand and force himself to drop the mask with the sudden pain. Not especially deep, he doesn't want to severely damage it, but it'll still hurt. He's nobody's pet! He's his own cat who follows his own rules. No one tells him what to do! Except for Felandria. And Harley. And sometimes Sophie and Callie and Cal and...

[Milton Island Assault]

Ilpholin glances at Damon. Mistress was an interesting word choice, but... she can't say she dislikes the way it makes her feel. Either way though, she'd hate to risk losing him in such a manner.

As for this offer, well, she is certainly distrusting of any drow. But she doesn't see this as a surprise either. It's not that a lot of people suddenly want to help Ilpholin. It's that they're rallying around the idea of giving the demons exactly what they deserve. This is the inevitable backlash for the demonic scourge being a terrible, awful blight upon the land. Of course people want to help her. Because demons are the worst.

Though this one says more specifically she's the lich's foe. She could be lying. But tricks are for people who needed to switch the advantage and they were already on the back foot with this tunnel. There was no need to trick them at all at this point, unless the drow was truly afraid of Ilpholin getting through. Believable if they already knew each other, but they don't so...

"Would rather you in one piece Damon. Very well. I accept your help Calastra."