He simply stared, half smoking the cigar, half chewing on the end of it. After a moment, he sighed, and pulled the cigar from between his lips, and stared at it, a sneer slowly crossing his face. "I exist in pain. I have been in pain for longer than Vorela has been alive. And you stand there, and seem to be telling me that I can just... let it go. That we can sit down, have a little soul searching, and suddenly that deep, dark, black, festering part of me is going to just vanish, and it will be sunshine and daisies afterwards. Sorry, try again.<br/><br/>Oh, and the change from the blackguard, its taint joined mine. I gave it a tiny tug, seeing if I could get an energy signature, and certainly not expecting damn near ninety percent of his power to rush into mine. He also mentioned that the marilith's plan WAS to unmake everything, and that she was going to try again. He unlocked something inside me, don't know what, but the taint has been MUCH louder and insistent since then. Before I could drown it out. Now, louder than my followers. Still easily discernible, but still damned loud."<br/><br/>He popped the cigar back in his mouth, and looked back up at them. "So, I gave Jashah three days to get everyone organized. What is, if there is one, The Plan?"