Farah stared daggers into his back as he walked away from her, his hand only making things worse as it glided over waist. "Mmmm, really, you are going to leave me like this?" she complained.<br/><br/>Then it was serious and she pushed it aside. "Yes, Shura, we do need to leave," she walked to the wall that held her syth. Taking the weapon in hand her body hummed with excitment. She hoped they would be spilling blood today, she did not get her fill of it two days ago. Farah's skin changed from pale to grey brown for a moment, then she got herself under control. "Who or what are we visiting today, lover?"