"I do not think it so much a fascination with Babde as it is that he finds her followers most useful to his cause; as his cause is ruthlessly pruning the temple, I think you can understand how that works."
Yvelle smiles thinly, then begins walking away from them, moving towards the deeper catacombs.
"We'll speak again soon, I don't doubt."
She walks a little further, then pauses, glancing back at them as if she had just remembered something.
"Cassandra- come with me. I wish to speak with you alone for a moment."