As the catacomb chambers thrum with the fading noise of the undead's exodus, the shadows deeper within the chambers echo with Ithi'ka's husky, hollow voice.  "Do not speak as if this was all your doing, Pana."  Trying to pinpoint the source of the voice is difficult in these chambers, as if it is constantly moving from corners unseen, and the shadows themselves do the speaking.   ((hide: 49)) "It is convenient.  You have your freedom now, and are owed nothing by me."<br/><br/>Pinpointing the source of the voice among the echoing green stone and broken mortar, one's eyes might dart down the deeper chasms, the long black tunnels like eyes of the dead, finding nothing but shadows and dust and decay.  "I do not speak for the Karnaathi army."  The voice becomes high and musical in its stifled laughter, the sound like the bubbling of a courting girl's flirtations.  "They owe you<i>much</i>... and I expect you'll be taking it soon."