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Aiden:
Serra Drosa

Serra did not visibly react to the extent of Eruraviel's knowledge save to cover her gloved left hand with her gloved right hand in response to mention of Washington. Then she hummed, and inclined her head to the two of them. "You are the witch of the woods, who barters for souls and treats with devils. You are a - subject of interest to more than a few."

She turned her eyes to Amanda then, too. "But knowing that the two of you have been collaborating? That's new."

SINIB:
Eruraviel

Eruraviel's lips inclined a hair at the reaction to Washington's mere name. So she's been enticed into complicated romantic affairs with the Goddess... She cracked her knuckles and then crossed her right leg over her left. Her soft mounds trembled enticingly with each movement, and with a slight lean backwards, she showed she wasn't here to try and seduce her. Good. I can use that.

"You seem to know of me, but it seems you know little of my goals or doings—almost as if my existence is mythical in a way. Do you know why I gather souls, what I do with them, or what my goals are? Why I should be concerned with the doings of the mortal races?"

Bern:
Amanda

Or maybe her words sounds like a vague summary because you're new and no one really pays attentions to the woods cause only crazy hermits live there. Nevertheless she didn't speak these words out loud, but the Elf clearly had an overinflated sense of self importance. And then she goes on to imply she's only there to make a statement and be threatening, what the hell. If she was in private she'd be slamming her head into the table by now.

"To get to the point, you want to punish some bad people and I can solve all financial issues you'll ever face." Of course being the one to put an end to the economical fued between Pine Garden and Columbia would boost her influence massively. In some ways she could gain even more than the Congresswoman but that was all down the line.

Aiden:
Serra Drosa

"Ah, then the stories are true. That's good to know." Serra brought her hand up to her mouth as if to cover a smile in response to Eruraviel's posturing. "But as long as you leave Columbian citizens be, I have no reason to be concerned."

She turned her attention back to the person who had actually made an offer. "That I would ever face? That's quite a generous, and personally directed, offer. What assurances would I have that you would not simply withdraw your aid once your aims are accomplished?"

The senator spoke less in a manner meant to accuse, and more out of a sort of curiosity.

But her eyes never stopped keeping Eruraviel visible in her periphery.

SINIB:
Eruraviel

Hmm. It seemed like her wife had different ideas of how to negotiate than her. How bothersome. She glanced at Amanda for a moment before returning her gaze to Serrulatta.

She had a goal, and she wouldn't let even Amanda interfere with it. If she got in the way, Eruraviel would simply have to subugate her. Although, it was that feistiness and her lack of ability to peel away Amanda's layers that had made her interested in the human in the first place.

Her ears fluttered in confusion, waiting for Amanda to respond as to avoid getting in the way of her wife—she could interject later, after all. Paitence was a privilege unique to the long-lived races. Humans would always get caught up in the details and muck about without being able to regard the entire forest for what it truly was.

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