Lord Balrog's furious expression deteriorated.  His handsome face, square and olive, presumed abject hatred and loathing.  Did Soma threaten him within his halls?  He, Knight of Soldia, master of the shadow, wielder of Agame?  Or worse yet, did she, whom Balrog so detested for her presumption and her indiscriminate arrogance, proposition him?  He wanted to strangle her.<br/><br/>Gritting his teeth, he turned to look at Sister Alyx and said,  "It is best for you, Lord Rygal and the other two<em>ladies</em>to proceed with the mutually agreed diplomatic mission at the monastery.  Then you can investigate the varmint on the northern boundaries.  I can lend some rangers on horseback for the task if you wish.  Meanwhile, we shall venture towards the south and meet this giant.  I will set off at once with a retinue of soldiers."<br/><br/>Balrog looked at Eric, and then at the psionist.   "If the Lords wish to meet me there, then so be it.  But I shall not remain for the rest of this meeting.  Mr. Espin, I would like to have a word with you."