Thraxius wanders through the hallways, looking for some sanity.<br/><br/>He doesn't find it.  Instead, as he nears an outside window, the lights from outside are blotted out by a darkened cloud.  The cloud moves in through the window as if it does not exist.  It shrinks, and out of it's blackness...<br/><br/>A little girl appears... or rather is formed out of the black cloud.  The litle girl, perhaps 10 years old in appearance, pigtailed and dressed in a simple skirt and matching blouse, stands, looking curiously back at Thraxius.  "Why?" She asks curiously.  "You wanted her... why not take her?"<br/><br/>She smiles widely at him then.  "I liked how you killed those men.  Your hate... your rage... delicious.  You deserve a nice treat after that!"<br/><br/>The little girl, smiling more widely than one would expect possible, stands there, waiting.<br/><br/><em>What does Thraxius do?</em><br/><br/><br/>Delila, meanwhile, finds herself at the pulsing center of energy that something tells her is the heart of the Dreadclaw.  There is a vital energy there... watching.  Slowly it seems to notice her.  Much less slowly, it grows... angry.<br/><br/><em>Roll initiative, then make a will check if lower than 7, and decide on an action (attack, control or analyze... Exc, if higher</em>