The Spire.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Yes Julian, I would like to question them." F'Nerah said lightly, nodding her head at him. She bent over so she were face to face with the kids, but also got a good view of her cleavage, and smiled at Lina and Lino sweetly. "Now children... would you be so kind as to tell Auntie F'Nerah the truth-" She spoke in a sweet, motherly tone, raising her index claw, which ignited with a flame similar to a welder's. "-Before she has to resort to draconian methods and torture and interrogate it out of you?" She finished, keeping the motherly tone.

Nero and Lacia stepped back, sweat-dropping. Oh the memories they got of this woman in the battlefield. "N-Nera~? Isn't that a little too... I don't know... extreme?" The leopardess suggested worriedly.

"SHH! Don't tell her that- she LIKES extreme." Nero elbowed her. "Isn't she an extremist?"

"What did you call me!?" Nera blazed at the winged wolf, her fangs bared, the blaze on her finger-tip becoming fiercer and longer, almost like a sword.

"-Merciful and pretty?" Nero lied, waving his hands in front of him frantically.

"Oh." Nera turned back to the kids, the blaze softening back down to its welding torch level.