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Zarta bristles at this comment and glares imperiously down at her counterpart. "Folly? One day, Marcos, you will look between the sheets and see you’ve climbed into bed with a snake." She turns at gestures to you. "I sincerely hope none of your agents find themselves in desperate need of a retrieval team; I remind you that devils work quickly to strip hope from one’s senses."

The Paracountess turns and strides out of the room, seething with anger.

"Beware the good intentions of a Chelish diplomat, Marcos. Who controls whom behind closed doors in Cheliax, and who are we serving by heeding the call of Abrogail’s infernal masters?" Zarta notices that you've arrived, and nods to you curtly, her cheeks still flushed with anger.

Zarta bristles at this comment and glares imperiously down at her counterpart. "Folly? One day, Marcos, you will look between the sheets and see you’ve climbed into bed with a snake." She turns at gestures to you. "I sincerely hope none of your agents find themselves in desperate need of a retrieval team; I remind you that devils work quickly to strip hope from one’s senses."

The Paracountess turns and strides out of the room, seething with anger.

"Beware the good intentions of a Chelish diplomat, Marcos. Who controls whom behind closed doors in Cheliax, and who are we serving by heeding the call of Abrogail’s infernal masters?" Zarta notices that you've arrived, and nods to you curtly, her cheeks still flushed with anger.