Lord Ryven simply smirked, a hint of malice in his eyes. "What do I have to say?" He began. "You people are far too trusting. My word, such a feast." He said with a slight cackle. "Dear Lady Weber, so delectable a treat, and Mistress Marguerite, how I savored her essence." Ryven licked his lips with such enthusiasm in his grim recollection. "And then there was the dear wolf hunter, Lady Mithlomwen who had been put to such good use. Once she had ferreted out all the little puppies for us, the only use she had left was for a midnight snack." He chuckled again. "And Lady Imogen before her. Oh, how delicious." He finally grinned to bear fang and all. "Dear Lady Kyrsa was my least favorite. She had the smell of those wretched lycanthropes on her. She simply had to go." He slowly sauntered in a semi-circle whilst looking from Rhedyn to Valerian. "Oh, but my favorite, dear Analise. Her blood was as sweet as wine, so trusting. How she revealed to me in trust that she was a councillor with the gift of foresight. She was just too tempting after that." He finished, gently tossing his cape over his shoulder to reveal a pale hand with elongated nails upon each finger.
"I suppose you'll be wishing to kill me now," he chuckled. "Go ahead. Have fun. Your beloved kingdom lies in chaos now that the majority of its nobility are dead and gone. Oh, but don't think you are safe either. The curse that runs in my veins is not only mine to bear. If not I then others will have vengeance for my dear friends. Geeklet and Mistress Beguile will be avenged. Our poor pet Starlequin too." He gave a grotesquely shrill cackle, staring at them both with blood red eyes.