Libyan glared at the imps in front of her for a while, her senses tingling with a peculiar familiarity. Pushing her tongue out of her mouth, she tried to taste the hint of their bodies, and that was when she realised something crazy. And yet, staring at them still, she held her tongue, her eyes squinting.
"Do what you must then," looking away from the group of imps, she began slithering toward the hall's exit. Watching her closely until she was gone, the party ensured that she wasn't playing any tricks, but the moment she disappeared, another problem arose in their heads.
'Does she know?' Raven tried asking the others.
'Of course, she does.' Helga responded but was quickly contested by Mel.
'Then why didn't she stop us?'
'Nobody smart enough to see through his rouse would wanna serve under Tariyaan, I bet she feels the same.' Linkle concluded by proposing the most likely scenarios.