Belmarniss can now sorta muddle along in the local common thanks to aggressive use of comprehend languages to hand-translate books after roping a local into teaching her the alphabet. Also she hates teleport traps with every fiber of her being. Also she has figured out at this point that she somehow leveled in sorcerer instead of wizard during the business with the pirates and has no idea why that happened or whether it will happen again. And she has sold this stupid arrowhead to two different curio shops and given up as it seems to be cursed. And she just needs to keep doing what she does, she guesses, till she can teleport herself home. The Yawning Portal is a nicely ironic name.
"I do not mean to imply that you will not face danger. This will be a long battle, and the Valsharess will send many assailants after me."
"Well, you won't face that much danger," Enserric drawls. "Since I'll be there as well. Killing them."
The Seer frowns. "You need not be so flippant, Enserric. Belmarniss, I apologize for making this decision so late, but it was not yet the time, before."
"It is... difficult to explain. My connection to Eilistraee sometimes makes it more difficult to reason as a mortal, and it becomes more severe as I commune more fervently, as I have before this battle. Suffice it to say that I believe this to be the best way."
"Thank you, my sister."
The battle is intense. Strike teams teleport through the city's defenses, seeking out the Seer with laser focus. She keeps moving to different secure locations, but they keep finding her - it eventually turns out that one of her companions, Matron Mother Myrune, is a traitor, and she turns on them only to be run through by Enserric. But the Valsharess' army weakens, over the hours of the siege, and eventually -
- the woman herself teleports in to the city core, where the Seer's forces have reconvened -
Fuck. She can't really do anything about that, though.
She can try shattering the whip. Or burning disarm if it's got a metal handle.
"Fuck!"
Arrows arrows arrows. A couple of them explode into electricity as they sink into her flesh.
She grits her teeth. "I don't care about this anymore! Mephistopheles, rid me of these pests!"
The archdevil inclines his head. "As you will, Dread Valsharess."
He's suddenly standing behind Garrus. Equally suddenly, his trident is through the archer's gut.