It is a long hour before the final count can be had.<br/><br/>Chorgath's decision leads the cadre to the workshop of a Rhikki-Annha, a demon-spider citizen who spins webs of glass instead of silk and has a small glass-ware shoppe in this part of the Demon City.  Rhikki freely accedes to the demands of her betters of the use of her upstairs apartments and storage places for their needs, and while the rooms are crowded with twisted-looking vessels and sculptures, there is enough room to lay out the wounded for treatment.<br/><br/>A bit of investigation in the poison reveals it to be an Underworld analogue of Yozi venom: paralyzing, slow to kill, but inexorable in its process.  Thankfully, there are no shortage of sesseljae to be in the Demon City, and Chorgath's demands are carried out by  until there is a small host of the little beasts going to work stitching folks up.  Though Sanger is the last to be treated, he is up and mobile soonest by virtue of the fact that he was wounded but once.  Samaro becomes mobile several minutes later, but it will be some time before he is in fighting trim; his wounds were shallow, but the Day Caste's blades cut him in all the right places, and the cost of extracting the toxins from his body ends up with a dozen dead sesseljae before he regains consciousness.<br/><br/>Iori is the most seriously wounded.  While she is not poisoned (or wasn't when time Howls handed her to Sanger), Chorgath's discerns discern that there is lingering necrotic Essence in her injuries the likes of which will resist any but the most potent supernatural treatment-- the Day Caste must have used spirit-killing Charms on her, and given that, it's a small miracle she's still alive at all.<br/><br/>Amidst Anjushri's attendants, there is one terrible surprise left for them: Xieshi, the dusky-skinned redhead in amber, went missing within the first thirty seconds after their arrival through the gate.  They panic for about a solid minute, taking a head count and trying to figure out what happened before Ferril breaks it to them, not unsympathetic: "Your friend was probably already dead.  Elmala knows how to kill someone and wear their skin, and fool every damn sense you have.  I've never once been able to see her coming unless she wanted to hurt me.  Odds are good she changed her skin as soon as she got inside and made tracks when nobody was looking."<br/><br/>The youths do not take this well.<br/><br/>But, for now, there is a breather, and time to recover... and plan for the next move.<br/><br/>[Camera pans upwards, catching a lens flare from the Green Sun.  When it pans back down,<strong>downtime montage begins.</strong>]