Draiss nodded to the 'combat' fauna, similar to the assassin vines, but much thicker and stronger. "True, but I was referring to the other possible uses for combat tentacles. I am sure a druid like yourself can tame such a plant, and find another outlet for its 'aggression'. The combat part is because its primary food is meat and drink is blood. If it finds something else for its drink, then maybe its hunger will fade as well."<br/><br/>He gave her a small, sly smile. "Unless the divine druid nymph wants to admit being defeated by a mere plant."<br/><br/>He brushed himself off after standing, and then offered Circil a hand up. "Thank you for the help. I think I can use the energy signature for tracking her. And if not, eventually they will attack again. People will die, as they did this time, but each time they do, my anger will only burn colder and deeper. And the eventual explosion that much hotter and violent."<br/><br/>He turned to the side, staring at the combat vines, idly popping his knuckles as he remembered what she had said. "I have to die for the 'greater good'. If that marilith is the 'greater good' then we are all in even more trouble than I thought."<br/><br/>He bowed to Circil, before portalling out without saying farewell, his thoughts clearly elsewhere, on a single one, actually. He paused in his private lab, and sat down at the bench, trying to recall everything Svala had said, done, and appeared as. A clue was there, she was never good at hiding things. She had to have made a mistake.