The creature's grin grew at being asked about his plan; it was a good plan, and he thrived on a chance to share it. To expose his supposed genius.<br/><br/>"Each tribe has two leaders... The warchief - a title held by anyone who can defeat the current warchief. Clearly I cannot hold this... But we have a spiritual chief, too. One who communes with the spirits and the old Gods! To take this title I need a miracle..." He grinned toward her. "Noone would suspect I hold conference with the warmblood, so noone will suspect you are helping me... I think maybe I could control your mind - or act as much! - to dazzle my people with fake magic."<br/><br/>He listened to her request for more, too, and nodded swiftly. "My people have a great deal of gold and valuables... When my job is complete you can have as much as you can carry in two hands and leave. Uninjured, even. Or you can stay, and help me to lead them..." His tongue flickered quickly from between his lips. "What do you say?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>