Experiment on Cruor
NIGHTAL 3 Father sent a butler to fawn over me. I'm not my mind-mangled bloodkin. I need no coddling.  I will send it back to Him, entrails and all. NIGHTAL 4 Not again. The wretched minion has returned, singing my praises over the way I slaughtered it. If it craves death, I will give it a lingering one. It's screams will silence Father's concerns. NIGHTAL 9 Again AGAIN this praise-poxing creature comes back to me. If it will not leave me be, I will make something beautiful of it. An effigy, stuffed with the flesh of every other butler in this city. Father will see I need no instruction, no inspiration. Nor does any true Chosen of Bhaal.