Aeotha appeared in the doorway behind Skandra. She was looking around the room, which held so much for her to see, but her eyes kept fixing themselves on Gershul. No matter the device, no matter the other immortals arranged there. The blunt of her anger was for this man. He'd done all of this. he was the reason who knew how many places were destroyed. That Uaine was dead. That Aeotha was here, that Skandra was here, that they'd been forced to kill a handful of immortals. It was all because of Gershul. And how many, exactly, had died for this, for him? For his greed and his malice?
Aeotha wasn't sure she could stand in the doorway for very long watching him. Watching the room. She wanted to move and attack Gershul, but without Skandra being eager to do the same she was out numbered, she was weak. She was tired.
"With me." Aeotha said, not as quietly as Skandra had. Louder. Proudly. "You have much to answer for. You've destroyed a village in my country, and killed, if not all of them, most of the residents." Aeotha pressed forward slowly. "Where is the other priestess?" Aeotha asked, another glance around the room didn't reveal her. She must have been here, or somewhere. Maybe she hadn't been captured, or perhaps she was already dead.
Aeotha didn't know if she could hope for the best anymore.