He hissed but shook his head. "You will be my champion, but so long as we cooperate we both shall remain in power. That the spirits help you is expected.. Tsss... All warchiefs are blessed by the spirits, though none so literally as it will seem you are... Tss." His tongue flickered out to taste the air, while his body sunk toward her hands as she spread relaxation and warmth through him.<br/><br/>His voice fell back to it's lowest volume and he muttered his most conspiratorial confirmation yet. "I will get you a weapon, and 'possess' you tomorrow. You will fight, and you will win, and we will lead... Together... Publicly you ssshall be mine." His tongue lashed out again, and the words continued. "You will be my queen... And... Tsss... I shall bed my champion often." He stopped to look at her, not as confident as his words made him sound.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>