Safrin's Chosen

"Incorporeal yes, but they have certain properties. The way that certain magics work against only some of the races, so too can jails be made to hold a certain calibre of soul." Snorting at the idea of befriending and somehow controlling one of the Cat Sith's, the goddess shrugged her shoulders with a gentle sigh. "Would that you could, your collection of souls would be much easier." Though in the moment all the goddess could think of was a bunch of sobered-on souls dropped like dead birds on the girl's doorfront. "Such creatures would be more familiar to Ludo though. It might know how to trap one." Safrin the devil is not as black as he is painted