By the time Lehanna finished, looking almost relieved by having opened up, Medeia had a thoughtful look forming across her face. The teenager had suffered far more than the woman had thought and as she dwelled upon her next move, the thought of selling the girl to Elara’s parents did not sound quite so appealing to the holy being now. There was another option open to her, after all and that was what was becoming the more intriguing choice in the witch’s mind. It would not pay off in financial terms but in terms of amusement? Well, the second option definitely won there. The angel could have her fun with a particular Wizard Saint, while toying with the girl before her at the same time. A win/win in her mind.
Crouching besides the teenager’s chair, she would eventually reply. “Oh, I believe you. I have met enough soldiers coming from Pergrande to know how they behave. Your story is not all that surprising to me, as I have heard of many young mages who had met a sticky end there. Elara’s parents sound actually fairly similar to my own although my method of dealing with them was rather more violent than hers. I am not suggesting that the pair of you follow in my footsteps but maybe it is something to consider. It may just be the only way that you young sweethearts will be able to live in peace.” It was just something for the girl to think about.
Walking around the back of the chair, Medeia would run a hand through Lehanna’s long ebony hair fondly, as though she found it appealing. “So you found yourselves both in Silver Wolf, free to live out your lives in married bliss?” Her tone was rather teasing at that point, a chuckle escaping her. “You have convinced me to at least reconsider selling you to Pergrande and fortunately for you, I have another scheme in mind that your capture could aid me with.”
After pausing for a second, she would ask a question. “What if I told you that the last woman who sat in this chair was your Guild Mistress?”