Sil's face grew bitter in a way that Sbatarra- as she soon found out- would likely have not expected from someone so benevolent. Sil's voice lowered to a growl that was reminiscent of her ancestors, sounding almost metallic with a powerful, threatening hiss as she spat in return in Draconic, "<span style="color: gray"><i>Yur sjek wux intend ekess valignat wer hertan ekess wer ordah, vucot batobot Si geou ti ssifisv halkvri Si ocuir wux bloodied vur jikmadator ghoros ve, pitiful vur drekikir ihk wer nhee release di marfedelom batobot Si geou ti zyak kiarf lae siofme di offering wux. Si geou beat wux, Si geou xurwk wux submit, vur wux geou qe jedarka ekess waph persvek shame ihk wer ssifisv di dout miserable existence.</i></span>"<br/><br/>Her returned threat said, the silverbrow pointed her katana at the drow and said in a quiet, murderous tone, "Now<i>leave</i>."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"What!?"<br/><br/>Double-Dead was about as displeased as he could be, save if Sbatarra had either died or not even gotten the vial that she had. At least she got some of the stuff, so he was not entirely disappointed in her. Regardless, his eyes were bloodshot with fury, his pupils dilated to tiny points of black in his ice blue eyes. He stood tall over the drow, his best apprentice, and still had to fight the urge to strike her down. "That you have been defeated is unacceptable!" he barked. "The gods be damned, I will<i>not</i>tolerate failure!"<br/><br/>He began to pace back and forth, his steps being firm and angry, reflections of his enmity. Finally, after a silence that must have felt like an eternity, he stopped and faced Sbatarra again, her peers watching her closely. "Rise," he commanded. "I only grant you this mercy because you have at least done the most important part of your task and brought me the Oerthblood. If you wish to remain a member of this guild, you will seek out and defeat that samurai by whatever means necessary. All other tasks, unless written or delivered by me, are to be ignored in favor of your new goal. Am I clear?"<br/><br/>When he was answered, Double-Dead pointed to the door and said, "Gather what supplies you may need, and go."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>