“That’s where you are wrong,” Dalanesca replied. “The world is everything but black or white. The world is gray, just different versions of it,” she added. “Nothing is pure good or pure evil, it’s all balanced out for a certain reason. The poor go hungry so the rich can be full, just as the sun sets to allow the moon to rise. It’s nothing new - and nothing that will ever change,” she added, noting the sarcasm in his voice.
She did not flinch as the soldiers around her drew their weapons. “I can tell you exactly what will happen if your men use their weapons against me - yourself included,” she said, reaching into the far depths of her mind to pull the information. “You -what was your name? - you will not die, not you,” she said to Silanus. “But you will watch your men perish. That one, there, the orc? I’ll kill him with his own axe,” she said, casting a glance in the beast’s direction.
She turned to the woman armed with a sword. “And she… I’ll impale her with her own sword. Nothing like making love to one’s own weapon,” she said, a devilish grin crossing her face. “And this one,” she said, drawing pause for a brief moment. “I’ll snap the spear in half, stab each end through one of his hands to pin him to the ground, and slit his throat with my favorite dagger,” she added, her words flat and emotionless.
She turned back to Silanus, noting the spell he was casting. “All of the magically gained strength in the world won’t be enough to change that,” she said. Dalanesca still did not draw a weapon on the man, but merely continued speaking. “Tell me… have you met any of the Gods?” she asked, hinting at her true nature. “They know what will happen… how actions will turn out,” she said. “When they choose to know this knowledge, and choose to share it with you, it is wise to listen,” she said, her voice becoming firm.