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Sev froze at the silky voice, struggling to locate its source. What the...? Then she steps out. A girl who's a scary kind of beautiful, striking really, just like what he had heard about her kind as a whole. For he had been told of creatures of the sort. It was one of his earliest memories, one that still had his mother in it. Her features weren't really clear to him, and he supposed they never would be. But these recollections were enough. He realizes he's zoning, lost in though, staring into nothingness. Sev looked at her again, struggling to find words to say to get her to help him, to earn her pity. He had always been a master of deception, but he couldn't quite recall how the Gati liked being adressed. Swearing under his breath, he put on a sad, defeated look. "I am LaDelle, O Fierce One. Severin LaDelle. I have had many a pain throughout my short life, and have be cruelly left for dead in this place of terror, this place of blood shed, without regard for my troubles." Of course, it wasn't the whole truth, nor was it a lie. He merely left out the parts about his crimes, leaving it to seem as though he had been kidnapped or such. He had, of course, turned on the charm."Your assisstance would be appreciated, should you find myself worthy of your mercy."