Andol nodded his head and in almost a introspective manner said, "Yes this is quite ture, I can most certianly be an ass sometimes. Yet I was just telling you what you needed to hear so you could get your mind off worry about wethier your friend is alive or not." Andol had a certian method to his madness, but wethier or not his methods worked for anyone else, but him was another matter. He stood back up and walked around a bit as he tried to wait for her calm down, before turning back and continuing where he left off, "Besides I am know very well what this will do to her Rhea, probably quite a bit more than you understand." He nodded in the direction of the raven that sat on his shoulder. It's presence was evidance of probably the biggest peice of tramua that had ever happened to him in his life, and stuck with him every day. Which had been evidenice only moments ago when Rhea had struck at the animal. "Yet is that really what we need to be worried about at this exact moment? I mean she is going to suffer tramua at this point no matter what. So I think the best thing that we can do is just to try and find her if we can."<br/><br/>Andol looked at Nevermore who with a sqawk had the members of Andol's flock scatter, as the birds went out and passed on messages to bugs, and bugs to lizards... and the cycle went on... as soon Andol's network of spies began to look. He then turned back to Rhea saying, "Well the sreach has begun... all we really can do now. Is to wait."