"Good, good...impressive build and rack...seems you've met others that have altered you as well. And you're the host to a Viaden grove, too...have to remove those. Sit on the bed, warden. No, no, not you!" He snapped at Ivriel as she started toward the bed, and then spoke again, almost impatiently. "General! Removed the seeds from our inseminated Warden."<br/><br/>The General turned toward Naael, whether she was ready or not, her hand flexing, and then growing longer and more narrow, more easily able to fit into the channel of another woman as she approached.