Elham cringed as the Overlord's lightshow vaporized dozens in the crowd.<br/><br/>He heard a lone voice cry out above the others from a particularly corpse-littered section of the crowd, who'd begun to quiet down after Conan's outburst. It seems they had found their needle in the haystack. She was pleading for her life with what seemed to be a sort of assassin, maybe a mercenary. Whoever she was, her attention seemed to be focused solely on her adversary, which left Elham a chance to think. He brandished his spark pistol, clearing a path through the crowd as he ran closer and closer to the lady, his gun loaded and aimed in front of him. As he finally stood only a few feet away from them, he had to adjust his helmet which had nearly tipped off of his head in his frenzy. He kept his gun aimed with one hand, and pressed a device in his ear with the other.<br/><br/>"What'll it be, Overlord? I do think she has a point, information is more valuable than a corpse after all..." He asked through the mechanism, ignoring the fact that the plea was for the mercenary. He spoke with not loyalty, but more like submission.