As he approached, Sak'bas was staring at the sword in her hands. "I... I didn't even swing that hard," she said, glancing between the blade, and the cleanly-severed neck. "What happened?"<br/><br/>"Did I do well, my love? Please, please, tell me I did well! I've waited so long for you, where<em>are</em>you, my love? I've missed you so! I need you!" the sword pleaded; while it wasn't moving, one would almost get the sense that the blade seemed to be squirming in Sak'bas' grasp, as if trying to look around.<br/><br/>The rest of the party slowly gathered in, having to take the long way around the walls - even Sydon couldn't scale them without effort. Workers set about dealing with the body, quickly magically preserving the head, as the body began to decay at an incredibly rapid pace.