"Yes, but you better wash your hands. Who knows what disease he may have carried or whether it was just poison." Akamu said. "He was clearly mad or perhaps he was sane for a moment, but regardless we have nothing to go on. Maybe if we're lucky we'll find another poor soul whose on his dying breath." His voice seemed more stern and serious. In fact it may have even been noticed that the "ya" was gone from his vocabulary. Akamu sheathed his sword and stared at the horizon.