Fiona pulls a cloak out, a flame resistant cloak over herself "I will take my leave, in peace, but I do ask that you take this...mockery...to help that witch you once were. That is all I ask, do you really see it as much? If all living are destroyed by the coming war, there will be nothing for your kind to consume. There will be no questions to answer. There will be simply nothing." a tear of magma falls onto the ground and turns into a bead of rock and ice. Fiona left the darklands.