plans and revenge

 Soft ruby red hair falling about her shoulders, blue eyes shining in concentration, the seeming elf sits at the desk a slim finger gently tapping her temple.  She sits at the large mahogany desk in one of the most obscured rooms in her former "master's" chambers, one of his more dastardly books in front of her, finally open after great magical effort.  Searching for rare bit of information in the hopes of freeing herself from the rather irritating situation she now finds herself in.  Finally, she stops reading, realizing she had read the same paragraph about fifty times and in truth had read none of it.  Thoughts swirl in her mind, as turbulent as the time shifts and specters that haunted the halls of her temporarily claimed home of Karazhan.  She slams her fist down angrily on the table, a shock-wave resounding from the impact.  In the corner, Lola looks up with concern at her friend.

Betlia stewed in her anger at the mistress, plotting revenge for the mad woman’s cruel treatment. Finally an idea came to her and her bright blue eyes lit on the imp who bounced inanely from one foot to another, doing flips and flopping his ears as a means of entertaining himself.
 
“Volmat, want to play a game of hide and seek?” she purred.

The imp perked up and bounced excitedly, “Sure! But no hiding in the nether like last time. It took days for me to find you and Meli Colli was furious.”
 
“No, neither one of us is going to hide. This is a game for the mistress to solve. We are going to hide things from around the house so she can go search for them when she gets home. She’ll love a chance to play after being sent off to that frozen wasteland.”