"And what of her crimes?" Kaleth demanded. "The warriors she killed?"
Sirah waved her hand like she was shooing away a fly.
"They attacked her, she defended herself. As any warrior would." She moved closer to Melisa, eyes gleaming. "Besides, I'd rather have her skills serving us than wasted in punishment."
The Council whispered among themselves for a minute, probably deciding exactly how fucked Melisa was going to be. Finally, Elder Lishara spoke.
"Very well. The nim mage is given to Blood Sister Sirah, as requested. She will be responsible for the mage's conduct and actions."
Sirah's smile was the kind that made Melisa's stomach drop to her feet.
[Great. I've been 'given' to the hot redhead. Is that better or worse than execution? Fifty-fifty at this point.]
"Come, little mage," Sirah said, extending her hand. "We have much to discuss."
