Tarek wisely bit back a retort when Kara got in his face about Hallbjorn. He was led to Kara's vacated chair. When Kara asked Amina to tend to Tarek's wounds, the woman nodded her head. She would have anyway - despite whatever Tarek did, Amina's compassion for another outweighed how judgemental she might feel. She worked to clean his wounds and give him something to ease the pain of them.<br/><br/>"I told him that the idea of marrying you was wrong, and I demanded he tell me how that would restore the flame. There were no answers given." Tarek said and hissed as Amina worked. "Kaseem is having alcohol, magical intoxicants, and other Gaian vices brought for his use and the use of his inner circle. He outlawed palm wine and in private he drinks Gaian whiskey by the bottle." The djinn said. "And nymphs. He's hired several nymphs to come and entertain."<br/><br/>Amina finished cleaning and bandaging Tarek's wounds. The woman sighed deeply into her hands. "Kaseem was very thorough in purging his enemies. I doubt anyone with the power to oppose him has the will to. Kaseem has made things very comfortable for his most loyal supporters." The woman looked over at Kara. "Do you think that your mate would find a way to come for you, Kara? Write a message for him, and Tarek can deliver it."<br/><br/>"That's foolish. He'd probably kill me on sight!" Tarek interjected.<br/><br/>"You'll find a way to deliver this message." Amina said tersely, in a stern tone that brooked no argument. "That is, if you hold any hope that your mate would come for you, if he knew the truth." Amina turned her eyes back over to Kara, asking the young woman whether she believed that this course of action had any chance of success.