[i]Althalus[/i]

[color=00aeef]"Everything."[/color] Was Althalus' simple reply to Tyrael. He eyed the gauntlet suspiciously before putting it to the side. He would have Khan look at it later. Just because Tyrael said he didn't make it or mess with it didn't mean Althalus believed him. Besides, he didn't even have his main hand painfully regrown yet. He smirked at Tyrael's comment about a hand. Whether it was an intentional joke or not, it was still amusing. Even more so with Tyrael's obvious comment about their liking of each other. [color=00aeef]"You don't say Tyrael? And here I thought we were going to become best friends."[/color]

He answered for Lidda. [color=00aeef]"She's fine Tyrael, healed except for a few bruises. She's in our room, resting."[/color] He paused, wondering briefly if telling Tyrael about Mesa Gaan in this manner would end well at all. Still. Lidda was right about Tyrael. [color=00aeef]"She needs your help Tyrael. Mesa Gaan has been wiped out by the Yarosmerians. It's hit her hard."[/color]


[u]Uicle[/u]

Uicle walked into the room shared by Mar and Althalus, glancing around at the remains of the fight. "You know, most couples just scream at each other for a bit, then one of them leaves before it gets really violent. It seems your lover isn't that smart." He commented, heading over to the Naga. He examined Mar, and then tsked impatiently. "Lidda, you could have at least mentioned that I would need a knife." After a brief moment of silence, there was soon a whistling sound. The door opened before the knife could thunk into it, and the blade flew into Uicle's hand. "I'm not going to kill you so please try to remain calm. I don't want to make you hold still. Tyrael might be upset." He carefully made a small cut in Mar's arm. 

He began drawing out the venom, while continuing to talk to Mar. "It's a unique feeling, isn't it? Self-loathing. Not quite like any emotion out there. You keep trying to hate yourself, convinced that you're not worth the time of day. But there's always that person or group of person who sticks around, who insists you [i]are[/i] worth it. Insists that no matter what you've done, they'll never leave you. And despite your best efforts they do stick around. Rather annoying isn't it? Almost throws you into a rage. Sometimes it does, but they still stick around. It eventually passes Mar. You'll recover. Althalus is too stubborn and annoying to let you not." 

"Regardless, don't worry about banishment. Lidda won't say anything, I won't say anything, and Tyrael won't say anything. You won't be banished for a long while yet if we can help it." He gathered the venom in his palm before turning to leave. "I suspect Tyrael will be on his way soon. Might want to prepare yourself."