<em>Oh gods, Namyria, don't follow him.</em>she groaned inwardly. However, that devilish smile and the blood red flash in his eyes made Namyria suddenly feel like her<em>only</em>option was to do as he instructed. If she'd had her tail in this form it would be obvious as to how she felt. A tucked tail was a universal sign of submission. "Who exactly am I about to meet? After watching people running for their lives, I'm not sure I'd like to die today," her voice was low, almost mimicking a growl.