Suddenly Ahlissa teleports to conference. The person who accompanies her is no one else than Melf Brightblade, now a Shade, and he smiles maliciously to The Red Elf.
The Red Elf winces, as if crippled by a sudden all-consuming pain. Then he straightens, and stares at the shade of his former ally, Prince Melf of the Knights of Luna. His words, however, are guided at Ahlissa with the accuracy of an elven arrow.
'You think you hurt me with such petty actions? Perhaps you do. Perhaps some deep, innate sense of sadness over a fallen comrade has been triggered by your senseless twisting of this particular knife. But you cannot conquer me by pain.
'A dozen fellow adventurers have died in front of my very eyes, all of them true friends. I have sent armies to their deaths, both before and after this war began. I have seen fiends of evil power tear apart the souls I hold dear.
'No, the pain you inflict is a temporary one, as much as you hate to think so. Your precious shades, as much as you hate to hear it, cannot inflict lasting harm on this elven adventurer. Yes, you hate. You hate until nothing is left but hate.
'I will not say that you will die for this deed, because you will die for many deeds. I am content in the satisfaction that you are already doomed to fail, and that you know it; even if your conscious mind is not aware of such a fact
'I do not pity you. But I do consider you pitiful. And that is a subtle distinction that nonetheless holds a great deal of meaning.
'I do not hate. But perhaps this once, I will loathe. Loathe you, and your empty, cruel actions'
With these words, the Red Elf falls silent. His stare does not relax. It is the stare of an eternal, standing, stone.