<div class="floatright">(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090401140849/pathfinder/images/thumb/f/f5/Ghul.jpg/500px-Ghul.jpg)</div>The ghoulish figure growls under his breath, clearly wary to trust anyone who still draws breath, no matter how well spoken they be.<br/><br/>"Rust-risen, maintain your targets," it says. The two metal corpses on the ceiling gnash their teeth loudly, and small cannon-like structures by their heads hum with a keening shriek as they point as Skin and  Kairon, but do nothing else.<br/><br/>"I see little reason to trust you, Desh Swaileh, if that is truly your name. There are foes everywhere on this accursed plane. Some of them are obvious. Others try to ply you with sweet words before they snuff you out. You promise aid, but this is a land of Chaos, and promises mean nothing, only actions."<br/><br/>"It was not long ago that an assassin crept into our camp and tried to slay our lord. A futile effort of course, but I have no intent of letting a second attempt even happen. The half-orc now rots at his feet, laid low by the agonizing wasting cruse that will keep her alive but kill her over the horror of the coming weeks."<br/><br/>The scent of burnt skin and hair wafts over you as the creature shouts over the wind. "It is nothing that she does not deserve! She is Athar, the Godless! Our God may be dead, but even in Death, he is greater than that forsaken Faction, and we will not be cowed by them!"<br/><br/>The creatures temper dies down after a moment, and it continues in a more composed manner.<br/><br/>"Walk away. Walk away, or submit to my lord's judgement. I will lead you. But do not put the choice in my hands, for that ways, I shall surely see you slain."