"I'm glad we agree, I'll give both you and Sharindia a syringe. It'll work against me too if she manages to get past my mask when I go up there to purge it from her system." He shrugged again and looked back at the Human who was curled up on the couch. "We'll get it all sorted out, for now let's just get her innervated and eating."<br/><br/>When Ashia got to Zul'Aman she'd find the streets filled with sobbing women holding dead infants and men fighting each other with full intent to murder one another. Blood ran free from many huts and at the center of the village sat The'kal in on a throne of skulls with a scepter resting across her lap.<span style="color: olive">"Dis be what ya' savages wanted ain't it!? Ya' take me from me home, hurt me friends, threaten family. Ya plan ta' rape ol' The'kal eh? Ya plan ta start a new empire usin' me?"</span>A dark grin crept across her features as a woman slowly crawled to the throne just to be cut down by a guard.<span style="color: olive">"Ya' gods be cryin', your children dead, women forever sterilized... De Amani gonna die, an' ya ain't got nobody to blame but your own gods and chieftain."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>