Ravensblood Forest Blackworm

Bait dog.

I will do it. She spoke easily, accompanied with a shrug, all the nonchalant attitude of discussing something simple as the weather. Why would she care what happened to the denizens of this coast? So some poor sods got ransacked, scream your woes to the wind and be done with it. The implication was not lost on her; already she was drawn in on their plans, even if only as the most expendable piece.

if it meant she had a place to stay a while and entertainment dropped at her feet, then it was well worth it, whatever was to come. 

To be expendable was what the girl Worm exceeded at, even if deep down, that shameful part of her wished to be irreplaceable. Silver eyes looked straight on, still and scrying despite the wash of calm that touched her features. If you don't still wish to take a piece, that is. One or the other, sorry, I can't be that generous.

Like looking down into dark waters as you tread on the surface, she felt the weight of his words; the threat of violence that still lingered in the depths, just out of sight. It was unspoken, but Worm thought of herself, one-eyed and marred; strange the vision filled her with a sense of foul delight. Look now and see, what your progeny becomes. 

The doings of atrocity fell into the same category.