The tigress would glance out a nearby window, looking at the passing crowds and listening to the bustling chatter of the nearby markets and other individuals speaking to one another. A soft chill would race up Sasha's spine, causing the fur on her neck and shoulders to stand on end. "Ooof, I'm getting shivers....always meant a bad omen was to come." She'd say softly, glancing over to the two. "Um...Hubert...if the Obsidian stone were to truly return to this world who could possibly wield it? I mean, a person black of soul and numb to mercy would even cower at such a vile substance. What could someone who could wield such powers do to this world?" Sasha would ask, hugging herself softly as her fur would tingle, the shiver slowly fading, but not easing her nerves.