Round 137

Jeane circles the bound spirit warily, her crimson eyes calculating every flicker of its arcane energy. "Tell me what you want," she demands without preamble, voice cold and businesslike. The creature's coal-black gaze fixes on her with unsettling intensity, but Seraphine notices it doesn't immediately answer—it studies Jeane first, assessing her worth before deigning to speak. The elf scholar shifts uncomfortably, hand drifting towards a concealed pocket where she keeps emergency reagents. This negotiation feels wrong already, the kind that extracts too high a price from the unwary...