Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-26517142-20170717031939

Memphis doesn't laugh anymore. She is floating in front of Doc, making a pouting face. "A pact of a single wish, and yet you decline? Why? (She leers at him ) You know what your Dark One may wrought if you allow such an event to pass? You're imagining that he wouldn't let you die on the account of who he is, to you? And that, he will, instead, kill me?"

She laughs. Throws a fit.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAH! Do you think that in the years that have passed, and the people that have come to me to make a pact, that I am not used to death? I know what that Lich is capable of.... and Circe, that tyrant, had experienced the same. Now she lives on by a thread, inside him. Correct?"

Memphis eyes him still.

"If that is not the case.... then.....what if you make a sacrifice?"

Her teeth gleam in the Naether darkness.

"Something else.... that is as important to you as life itself - in exchange, for that one, single wish?"