Heilasi patiently waited for her to become accustomed to it, and then descended into the pit herself, carefully slipping to the level-ground.
"So, the Loremaster came here to torment others? What a surprise. From till now, I actually believed I was hallucinating." - Mierdred's sarcastical whisper was hoarse and nearly under breath, but nonetheless, Heilasi heard it. She ignored the remark and said in dry hissing voice.
"I'm here to talk, not to exchange dirty languages with a lower class. I can get you out of here."
"Oh, I'm sure. But it would definitely be in a sack for burning, or with a sword between my ribs?" - The heiress of the Deur'Mar clan laughed bitterly. - "Who said I wanted out, anyway? You?"
"Yes, me!" - the Loremaster snapped. The smile slid off Mierdred's face, replaced by a cool mask of indifference.
"I don't need your help. I'm fine where I am."
"Ah, I see Bluebeard fed you with his notorious specialty, did he? The famous water pea soup mixed with some delicious floor diet. I'm sure that your conditions are fine." - Heilasi's gaze hardened. - "You will get out of here, and you will help me. The Deadgates are but a small sample of what I can do to you." - the name slipped, but Heilasi didn't really care.
"Oh? And what makes you think that?"
The Loremaster looked at Mierdred, and then said quietly, notes of danger coming too close to the surface in the words. - "How about your mother? Does she live fine? Perhaps a cool knife would freshen her life up?"
Mierdred's eyes flashed up, and she advanced on the other Naga.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"You really think so? What is there to stop me? She is old, and I am confident that some excuse can be found for this most unfortunate accident."
A moment they stood, the hatred burning so tense between them that it could be physically felt in the cell. As the saying went, Nagas eyes could indeed kill.
Slowly Heilasi murmured:
"Only one thing is required of you. Your body." - she paused, and then continued meaningfully. - "Comply. Otherwise Isinar dies, and you will probably accompany her not much later."
"You do not tell me all!" - Mierdred protested, but Heilasi answered icily:
"That is all you shall ever need to tell me your answer."
Mierdred panicked, never being in this state before, her heart racing as a wild snow hare, and the blood pulsing violently inside the head. She found it hard to breathe and think, as if after a drug
'Yes, a drug... they poisoned me!' Those words were the last in her mind and then she fell down, her senses clouded and the vision of the world around was as if through a fog.
"Do you agree?" - Heilasi's voice came out from somewhere above her, seemingly the same, but like more male, sort of.
"Fine... have it your way, you witch. I agree." - Mierdred blurted out before passing into a half-comatose state.
The Loremaster grabbed her, as the Naga's body fell down finally submitted to the effect of the drug, and almost gently held her in the arms.
Then she called for the Wizard loudly, forgetting her order of his execution. When no answer came, Heilasi sighed and whispered something on an alien tongue.
After a second, the Nagas disappeared. Only the empty grim cell of the cold dungeon was a witness of the things that happened there a moment ago.