By this point, Iona has scurried to the back of the group, wobbling upon her high heels as another dose of that concentrated heat sinks into her. She shudders, gritting her teeth, before whirling around, her eyes ablaze with anger!
"Listen to me well you fornicating illigitimate, the only payment you will earn from me is an equal amount of Pain and Suffering." the Necromancer clenches her hands into fists, glowering at the Naga. "Now, show us the way to these green-skinned rascals , or be deemed amongst their disposable number!"
It seems that Iona is sincerely serious about this. Arcane forces crackle and spark around her, carrying with them the sickly tang of entropic force.