<strong>Name:</strong>Draahzallyk (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=287132.msg14135191#msg14135191)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside of Elfbane's command tent<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Gausseari and all others present<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>3<br/><strong>Free Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Swift Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Move Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Feats or SA used:</strong>--<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None (PG rating).<br/><hr/><br/>Small lizards making power plays with each other may be amusing, but perhaps it’s less amusing when the focus of the power plays shifts. Gausseari’s comment draws the antipaladin’s gaze as he turns his back to the shaking pink kobold.<br/><br/>“Yesssssss…Business.” The little lizard’s lambent gaze as he studies the drow has a very different hunger from that of the male orc’s. This one cares little for her cleavage or beauty…Much more for power and authority.<br/><br/>…But Draahzallyk might strike at the one in order to make a point of the other. He regards her a long moment before looking to the two orcs, the citified one and the primitivist…Or so Draahzallyk judges by…her?…mask.<br/><br/>“We are to work together…By the warchief’s command.” He idly extends a gauntleted hand to the side, flexes his fingers, then curls them into a fist before relaxing again. No dark flame this time, but perhaps the gesture is meant as a reminder of the stuff that seems to dance so sensuously around his fingers when he calls it. “We<em>will</em>do so. One warrior has died tonight who would have been more useful to the cause with his belly wrapped around an elven-blade. I will not name myself leader, but I<em>will</em>see my master’s command carried out. If any here feel they do not stand among others of equal power, if any here would hesitate to work with another of this band, if any here feel the advice or power of another of us are beneath them…Let them speak now, that any doubts may be settled.”<br/><br/>Draahzallyk's yellow-eyed gaze wanders between the two orcs, then swings around to focus on Gausseari again, perhaps judging her the most likely candidate.<br/><br/>The Tyrant utterly ignores the other kobold who trembles behind him, but at the moment she doesn’t seem at all likely to contest him.