So be it then. I will trust you, Darkleer. Until said otherwise I pity you. I pity even the slave within you, a slave that forever lies within all of us in some respect. The slave that downed the prophet, whose words drive me, an echo blasting through the corridor of all my sweeps. I pity even that troll, but do not make me regret my love.

I expect much from you, please don't prove me wrong.

[He won't immediately react hostile if Darkleer chooses to grovel to the hag, but it's more of a long term thing. What will happen as time goes on. He is sure though, that if Darkleer chooses to serve her, even for a short time, he most likely will not speak to him for a while. At least not as frequently perhaps. It's too much of a risk.]