*Lecter nods*
Lecter: They'll be taken care of.
*He sighs*
Lecter: Wish I had my bigger guns. I left them behind before I came here.

*Be'lak turns to regard Tiaz, and casually levitates one of Sydney's eyes to his clawed hand*
[b][i]The creature that you pray to gods to be like. And I did not harm her,
I gifted her. Not that she deserved it, clearly she was too weak.[/i][/b]

*The scarecrow approaches the Room, intent on butchering anyone it finds*