Dania stared at where her missiles had fizzed out. Kortul lay there and bled. Things looked grim. He is the product of at least two generations of rape. Now I'll have to take this one to satisfy my appetites.
Whole party is blasted by flames from the floor.
Come here, sweetcheeks. I suggest you restrain your more destructive impulses for now. Your little antics are amusing, but duty calls and I should be elsewhere, so I trust you can find your own way out. Why don't we go down and find a way to the cellars, and let our most charming hostess do whatever she wants to up here. It's not green.