"I don't know what would happen," Elandra shrugs. "And I suppose, if you're inclined to take the offer, I can't do anything much to stop you. If you think it doesn't matter much what kind of a basher he is, that's your choice - much as I might not like it. But if you don't believe what I've told you about him, I'd ask you to just go out into the streets for a little while. Just wander around and look at the people here. Talk to them maybe. Try and find out a little about what life's like here. Then think about the fact that he's the one who rules this place, and ask yourself what that says about him. Then ask yourself if you want to go to dinner with the sod."
Finishing her speech, Eladra sighs, deflating a little, and sits down, picking up her tea once more. To those who are paying attention to the way events are running with regard to Vaerhia, it seems imminent that Elandra will notice she's gone, whatever that might mean.
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Vaerhia's shout arrests Dainan's progress, and he turns to face the succubus with a polite smile and a slight bow. "I thank you, good lady. The sentiment is much appreciated. I am used to the disagreeable nature of miss Elandra, but it is a pleasure to know that not all her guests share her temperament. What would you ask of me?"