"How could you? Doesn't the tribe matter to you?"

Wenduag curls her lip. "I don't want to hear that from you. Not when I was making the tribe stronger while you were chasing daydreams of glory." 

"Making the tribe stronger...what do you mean?" 

Wenduag nods at the shell-shocked children. "If the ritual had been completed, each of these children would have been made much stronger than they would have been able to achieve on their own." Her gaze lingers on the aasimar cleric, who steps back nervously. 

"It's a good thing it wasn't! Strength that comes from demons, by murdering people, can't be a good thing!" 

Sneer. "Being holier-than-thou never filled anyone's belly, Lann." 

"Wenduag. Stop," Lusilla says, shifting into her human form so she can hold up a hand. 

Wenduag's attention shifts immediately and completely, ignoring Lann in favor of Lusilla, her face smoothing out of its disdain. 

"What did Hosilla actually have you doing?"

"I chose those who were worthy and brought them to her, and the rest I scared away with tales of how dangerous the Maze was." 

"So those tales were false, and you knew them to be false." 

Wenduag gives a nod and a shrug, like, Yeah, so what?

"So you lied to my face." 

"I still served Hosilla, then." 

Uuuugh. 

"Did you lure in these children?" 

"No. I tried to target people older and stronger than them; they're more likely to make it through the ritual with their minds intact." 

"With their minds intact? That's a concern?"

Another shrug. "There is a great and terrible rage. You can move past it, if your will is strong. You felt it, too, didn't you? When you fought Savamelekh?" 

Savamelekh must be the bat-demon-guy's name, Lusilla doesn't think Wenduag has seen her fight anyone else. "Of course I was mad! He stabbed me something awful!" 

"Tell yourself that if you want, but I've seen that rage before. I've felt it." 

Unsettling. But not the most important thing here. 

"Are you sorry for the harm you've caused?" 

"No. Why should I be?" 

...Lusilla turns to Lann. "Can you think of any options besides accepting her into my service or killing her?"

"You can't possibly be thinking of taking her. She'll stab you in the back as soon as look at you!" 

"I mean, yeah, but--her turning on Hosilla might have saved all our lives. It seems pretty ungrateful to just turn around and kill her, after that. And I don't think we can trust her to go free. At least if she stabs me in the back, I'll be expecting it and I can take it. If she hurts someone else," she spreads her hands.