"What do you wanna do with them?" Done tying up the lamia sisters to a withering tree with logs gathered at their tails as fuel for burning, Aria turned to Raven as he sat by the campfire with Mel and Erika, while Amedith was still missing. "Should I light them up already?"
"You can but that would probably prove really hard to get any information out of a corpse don't you think?" Replied Raven, his eyes focused on the roasting meal.
His left hand on Mel's ass and the other holding an iron pike to flick and move the meat, the mage was utterly unbothered by the situation, and not from arrogance, but the experience he'd garnered throughout the month of Helga's training. The Lamia were no real threat to them, and after seeing them freaking out when the dark slime killed a warrior, Raven instinctively knew that they'd never been through a single battle themselves.
