The creature turn to her and blinked several times, before shaking his head, swiftly. "No no! Sak-Bak needs you alive; you would not win. You are small, fragile... Even if you are quick and trained you would not beat our warchief." The mans voice fell to little more than a whisper, though it'd been quite before. "He will kill you as easily as you would kill an ant. He is the best lizard warrior of our generation, perhaps... Do not challenge him, no no." The mans head swung again insistently, refusing her idea as suicide.<br/><br/>He had his plan; have her do his every wish, prove his control over the warmbloods, and with it his access to magic... Throw in a phoney conversation with the spirits and he would be laughing. Their current spiritual leader was little more than a warrior with a headdress... Outshowing him would be easy. But he -did- need the human... And besides, her fingers were soft.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>