The succubus moves very close to Venakhad. "Mortal, you want me to relinquish my last advantage in this situation?" she asks in a low, dangerous tone. "Without them, I have nothing tangible to bargain with. I have nothing to stop you from killing me, as I know you intend to." Her eyes dart around Venakhad's face, as though she's trying to memorize every detail. Then she sighs and steps away. "Well, if that's what you want. I'll summon them now."
When Gren speaks, Hapherel's eyes widen with surprise. "I would be happy to make a better deal with you, mortal. The difficulty is that you seem rather unwilling to trust my word. And at this point, all I can give you are promises. I know of ancient places of power, of hidden treasures, of libraries of forgotten knowledge. But you will have no way of knowing that I speak the truth, unless..." she trails off as a new idea occurs to her. When she speaks again, her eyes once more sparkle with intensity:
"All I have left to offer is myself. Let me live, and I will give you my service and obedience. Bind me to your will. I will submit to whatever yoke you place on me."
Before she can continue, two men walk in from a different entrance than the one you came in. They do indeed share a family resemblance. Hapherel waves a hand dismissively at them, and they lie down on the floor and go to sleep. "There. They are released. Make no mistake, mortals, these two would have died, had I not intervened. As I said, if the backlash did not kill them, the gnolls would have. But now they will live." She turns back to you. "Can the same be said of me?"
[sblock=Venakhad]When you inspect their minds, you see no trace of Hapherel's presence. It would appear that the succubus has truly freed them.[/sblock]