Hextehe grabbed up at Beldaks hand and pulled himself to his feet. Regaining his balance took a moment as the poison still flowed within him and he shook his head to clear away the battle lust that made his mind a bit hazy. Looking around the room he saw the mess and looked at the two of them.<strong> "I don't think the guard will look upon thisss with favor. We sssshould leave asss quickly assss posssssible. But, our missssion isssn't completed yet? Letsss move quickly then." Hextehe stumbled over his words a bit. Battle and poison the wreckers of communication. </strong>