The elf's ambitions extended far beyond these of the others, evident in the absence of the samecreatures that fed on their minds, within her very own. A thought alone about the idea of having a worm crawling through her brain brought shivers among her spine. The daisy was present, but was she really? One thing for sure the she-elf was not to be trusted, was far from innocent, openly speaking in glyphs that veiled her cryptic intentions. Words were chosen carefully, revealing only what she desired to share, leaving an uneasy feeling lingering in the camp. Azure eyes burned through the pale other, studying not just his actions but, perhaps, the very thoughts in his minds.
Nails tapped against her table, a deliberate act to distract and unnerve, pushing him into diverting attention from a book that, in her estimation, he likely couldn't comprehend. Her humming gesture suggested amusement or playfulness, but beneath it lay calculation and a readiness to play her games at any cost.
"I mean, despite your penchant for blood, the notion of a neck-romancer I might understand, but where does your sudden affinity for necromancy come from?" Necromancy, forbidden in this plane, was frowned upon even among normal sorcerers back on her own. Francesca, however, didn't adhere to human rules on her plane. Was she of pure elven descent, she wielded a different magic than those who tried to learn but never really understood it. Necromancy, alongside the arts of ice spells and ancient elven magic, had once been her expertise. That was before she dared to play god in the presence of Mystra. However, he knowledge remained untouched by the goddess – magic, perhaps, but Francesca's sharp mind and tongue were still hers to command.
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