All eyes turned as Queen Esmyria strode into the room. At once, the room was filled with her presence, and most dropped to their knees. Even the most thoroughly enchanted marauders dropped in worship, and the shackled women did what they could to show her proper reverence by at least bowing a head in respect when kneeling wasn't an option. Only the foolish pastor remained on his feet, staring down his nose at her in utter disdain.
"Another bitch shows turns up on my doorstep and shamelessly presumes to make demands?" He snarled. "I think not!"
He thrust his poker at her, aiming to stab her in the eye but was frozen in place by a swift enchantment Esmyria cast with a word and the most effortless gesture. Emerick wondered how a man could be so utterly, obliviously foolish as he watched the man struggle against the enchantment, eye burning with furious hatred. Esmyria ignored his antics and allowed her eyes to sweep the room, and clicked her tongue with disgust.
