At his words, Creek Mary gripped her dagger with only more fervor, but straightened herself into a dignified posture fitting of her title as high priestess. Not that that title was of any value in such a land of darkness, but it gave her the strength to carry herself. Her warm eyes were strangely cold. "She is Eris Pendragon. She carries the Amulet of the Child, if your Demon King has not already taken it of her." Her voice halted for a moment, as if she wondered whether it was safe to tell him the truth. "The Amulet may be the key to the Dark Chest of Wonders. And Eris may not realize it...." "Creek Mary..." Dead Boy warned, still cloaked bodily as he raised a sheltered arm to silence her. "This is no business of his." He walked without fear or hesitation towards Belraad, his weapon lowered, but his eyes twinkling from beneath the hood; the color of rain. It was the only thing Belraad could see of him, even from the proximity from which Dead Boy stood. "What makes you think he won't just run back to Galathrist and tell him? He is, in fact, the man who took Eris from you." "Because in his eyes lie no loyalty to that creature..." Mary replied. "Only to himself." She continued after being interrupted. "She does not realize it herself, but within her she holds the secret to the Chest's location. If you allow her to die, or be taken by them, all that is left of this world will slowly spiral into a destruction that shall spare none."