Whatever resemblance to a noble that their torturer had in life, Ahnasha had torn him apart until every trace was unrecognisable. Sabine stepped back in slight fear at her outburst. Fendros was taken off-guard, but understood and let her vent her rage. He knew that taking revenge on a corpse was never satisfying, but Ahnasha was still under the influence of her beast spirit. Rational thought was behind raw emotion at this point.

When Meesei walked in, Fendros carefully walked over to her, trying to muster whatever determination he had left. "Meesei, we have to get back to the xanmeer, right now. The torturer, he..." Fendros swallowed again, his mouth dry from dehydration and anxiety, "...he ordered an attack on the cult through a rootworm tunnel. The force had been sent before you arrived. There's no telling what they'll do, but Rhazii is in danger."

Janius rubbed a hand behind his ear at this news. "No wonder the defenders were so easily overwhelmed," he reasoned in the deep voice of his beast form, "Hal-Neesa will want to hear of this."

Sabine stepped up to Ahnasha and Fendros and handed them a carafe of water. She had apparently slipped upstairs and back in a hurry to find some for them.