Evelith had captured another man, almost twice as tall as she, jumping onto his shoulders, ripping his head off, and holding it above her face with her head tilted up so that she could drink the blood that poured from it.  She then threw the head behind her as it hit someone else in the head, making them scream even more.  She looked to Dampe.  "I would love to make you a special wine my dearest Dampe," she said.  "What flavor would you like?"  She turned and gave Aryya an approving and delicious smile.  "That one looked yummy."