<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Tamba_Amica_Vedaa.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Tamba Amica (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BuTOJY_uJ6JM3Cvj_4VQL7PyH0X1k2tRYmLh5ChP9D0/edit)</strong></span><br/><br/>The man died. His heart goes to the man's pain. Used by a woman, twisted to her designs. Wrapped and torn, now the pain he bore was physical. the clinical side of his mind looks to the wounds, could he have done anything, it was quite the blow. No, the man was dead, but he had been that ever since he accepted the harlot to his sheets.<br/><br/>Then she rose, clinging to Yali. "Yali, come look at this." He tried to separate the woman from his teammate. He indicated one of the tomes on the floor, its pages open to a  random scratching of something.<br/><br/>"What were you doing out here? What do you know of the Eternals. Your man here protected you from his men when they found you out here." His words were quiet, filled with a whispered threat if she so much as denied his claim.