Anke nodded. "Farliaren, we have called you today to assist in the destruction of an artifact of evil," she said, gesturing to the Occulus. "Our research has indicated that its destruction must be performed by an outsider that has been permanently blinded, and is wielding a blunt weapon that is enchanted wi--"<br/><br/>The Ghalele didn't even let her finish, as in a single fluid motion, she drew the spear from her back, gripped it with both hands, and smashed the blunt end of her spear against the orb. There was the briefest moment of resistance, before it cracked, a spiderweb of cracks running across the entire length, and it shattered, explosively, with a terrible howl like the wailing of a thousand tormented souls.<br/><br/>"Ha! Take'at, ye roigh' fockin' bastard!" she said, grinning. "T'was m'pleasure! Anythin' else ye need from me?"<br/><br/>Anke was still picking herself up off the floor - despite the fragmented explosion, there didn't seem to be any trace of the glass shards remaining, just a black stain on the table, where it had once sat. "I... cannot think of anything. Your lordship?" she asked, turning to Devaguea.<br/><br/>At his question about the plague in the surrounding area, the ghaele frowned. "Ah cannae say I ken'nythin' o' tha' nature. "Ah'd needta look't it m'self ta know, but ah'd cert'nly be'a willin' t'take a looksee, as part o' tha deal," she explained. "Ta jes' take ah look say... a thous'nd gold. T'try'na solve it? Ah'd have to say... at least ten thous'nd."