*Sasha thinks Lecter is crazy or at least miss informed, but she keeps this to herself.*
Sasha: We will be ready. So where do we go from here?
*She looks up into the sky, and stares defiantly at the storm.*
*John shrugs.*
John: Can go back to the room, maybe make sure Horus made it back in one piece... or we can go back into the maelstrom.
*He sighs, and starts cleaning his tar encrusted quad barrel.*

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*The hunched creature walks up to Togan, unperturbed by the tar.*
Creature: Dal toi.
*It lightly places it's clawed hand on Togan's struggling head, and it's jaws makes a semblance of a grin. Suddenly a series of tentacles erupt from it's hand, and begin to burrow their way into Togan's brain matter.*
*The dragon watches with disinterest.*

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*Jillian bows in return, and shakes her head.*
Jillian: I cry your pardon but I do not know what caused this storm, or what is keeping it going. I know of a tet the ventured out to inspect the storm. The others here... seem uncaring... or at least caught up in their own problems.
*She hears Zeta stomach growl, and smiles warmly at her.*
Jillian: You must be hungry, come inside, and let's get you something to eat. 
*She starts to lead but stops, her smile fades, and her tone sounds slightly on edge.*
Jillian: I warn you to be careful here... some of the inhabitants here divulge in debaucheries that are outlawed in most lands.