<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nIrtVLO.png)</div><br/><br/>"Ah, so a variance based on individual families," Yula mused before continuing, "with the appetites of the leader making an imprint on those of the people.  Of course there was temptation, there always will be when seemingly pleasant things are present.  Your Great Lady and I, we...we are more alike than I would like to admit.  I am certain that she will come for her retribution at one point or another, but I will not allow a resolution until my own is reached."  She explained, her face rather serious for those words.  "In any case, Cheszeth, if you would?"  She accepted her arm, giving a lazy back-wave to Divdor as she led the way out of the noisy bar, and into the Delver's Hall in search of a backroom, an easy task.  Once the pair finally reached a secluded room, she released herself from Cheszeth's grip, leaning in the corner as she pondered on the correct way to express herself.<br/><br/>"The Orb of Malrefesh, the treasure I was hired to retrieve on my last event...After I tricked her guard, and bound and gagged your Great Lady, I made off with the orb, invoking some of its power in a bid to make my escape.  Even the tiniest bit of magic, the smallest inkling of a purpose, created the rainstorm that saw me through to our escape, and all without a single injury involved.  On almost all levels, the mission was successful, Cheszeth.  I got in, I distracted those who stood in my way, and I got it.  I did not succumb to emotion in that time, nor did I make any errors in grabbing the treasure.  Emotion did not cloud my judgment, despite what I may have felt along the way.  However, as I created a means to escape, I heard a voice in my head, one not my own.  It was the voice of a woman, saying she 'would grow there'.  In my bid to accomplish the mission, I lied to her.  I told her I'd come as a dignitary on behalf of my people.  I explained that I needed the orb's power to grow crops, to skirt death.  All lies, but...She told me that was what she would need several days for."<br/><br/>She took a moment for herself, steadying her voice and breathing as she managed to keep a straight face, keeping it all purely factual.  "In truth,  there is no tribe to save.  I am one of the last of my kind, if not<em>the</em>last, as I understood it back then.  Cheszeth, I...<em>fear</em>that I have unleashed something not at all mortal upon this world.  We cannot tell the others, however.  Divdor may hear of it if you wish, but that is all.  You were the reason I was able to escape without hurting anyone, and so I saw fit to tell you, but aside from that, the burden is mine.  If the voice does indeed cause some manner of trouble, it needs to be<em>me</em>that kills it."