Fiona gulps "Enigma, the lord of forbidden flame created me in his fortress for war. I am to be a massager to the creatures of this land. And his speaker to the Gods. I have been chosen to speak on his behalf to his people. You, who are tainted by the very darkness that blights the land, I bear you no maxis, no ill wishes. I want to band the many varied races of fire together. Our brother in the land of sands believes he does not need to listen to the fire lord. But, if you would simply join me in creating an army when the time comes. Our control of the forces that are our souls will be necessary. Our souls will flare and yours too will assist." with that she awaits to see if she will be killed, greeted, or turned to an undead monstrosity.