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Dhaelhel watched as Nid'Ridras paced. She disliked the way he was looking at her with a predatory gleam. Her feathery wings flared out as if to make herself seem larger. He clearly had an advantage and both Dhaelhel and Nid'Ridras knew it.

"Very well," Dhaelhel said. "These tasks seem easily doable thus far. How many will I need to complete before my feather is returned to me?"

Dhaelhel began to pace around Nid'Ridras. Her eyes looked upon him with a predatory gaze as he had done to her. Killing or maiming Jarlas was not something Dhaelhel wished. While he held the attentions of Curtana, Dhaelhel was not the vengeful spirit of her brother Naar. He had done nothing to warrant death from Dhaelhel as of yet. That task would present a problem for the fallen goddess.