"Thank you my lord." Alethia tells Oberone quietly, knowing that he will hear. "We will respect the laws of this land and its people as well as your laws while we remain in its borders to the best of our ability,"
She had done what she could for the Thayans. It was likely that they would be put to death. If she could, she would stay the Rashemi's hand, but knew that it was probably fruitless. If nothing else, she could at least make sure that the captured prisoners were dealt a clean death.
Now, it was time to aid Timrin and the others.
"Follow Timrin and Shando's orders my friends," she told her followers. "Protect the innocent and helpless, fight with our friends,"
"Marise, you are my second." she said quietly. "Illuminate the darkness with the moon's bright rays,"
"Timrin. Shando. My followers will obey you as they would me. Good luck," she told them.
The archon's stay close to Shando and Sarah, picking off any would be killers.
Alethia rubbed her temples wearily, seeing the irony of the situation: pleading for mercy, for those who have shown no mercy, nor likely would never show mercy to anyone not of their own country or station. Would she do so again? The answer was yes. Only evil was truly without mercy. If she could show one evil individual another way out of the dark and that one followed it, then it would be well worth it. The demon's low, sardonic chuckle echoed in her head.
The path in the light is never easy and the price is sometimes even higher than anything the dark could demand. But the rewards are well worth it.
She turns, to go help Devan again. "Sorry for leaving Kayla," She apologized to the witch. "I had to take care of something," she added, looking down at the gravely hurt woman, her hand shimmering with white-fire, licking at the wounds, healing them as Devan cut the thorns out.