"Tasoa was too busy laughing at the sheer 'genius' of his 'plan' working that 'perfectly.' Ovai was too busy calculating if he could take Tasoa right then and there. Everyone else was staring at their weapons in horror. By the time the two 'leaders' came back to reality, everyone's blades had blood on them, everyone had a good deal of blood on them, so it was impossible to tell who had done what. A mind is a fragile thing, and too much stress puts it into 'bypass' mode, where it senses, but doesn't remember. Once they got back, he suspected, after careful recollection, hence why he has a handful of his elites stationed here. He doesn't trust her anymore than you do. And two of them are following us. Brown cloaks, average height, probably a spy and a knight, judging by the strides. They are about two hundred and fifty yards behind us, so don't bother turning around. No sense letting them know we are aware of them."<br/><br/>He smiled grimly at the wizard, before nodding slowly. "Yes, being a god has a few TINY advantages, but the responsibilities far outweigh it."