as salazaran raised his sword, goris looked at his claw, and grinned "care for a duel?" he asked as he peeked out from under his cloak. twisting the dial on aks, tritan heard the familiar voice "STOP! if you increase it too much, this truly will be the death of us all!" aks tried to resist tristan's fingers, but to very little effect, for the dial was cranked all the way up to 5. "you will not survive this, i shall not survive this, none of us have any hope for escaping our fates, for this is the end of all hope" tristan strummed aks skillfully and produced a gothic sound. "it is the end of all hope! to lose the child..." as he played, the ground below their feet trembled, and albarntz's face grew worried