[color=black]"Feel empty,"[/color] a writhing voice crept through the silence, from behind Alvios. But, rather than approach him from behind, or below, or [i]in any sneaky fashion,[/i] Shaidra popped out of thin air in front of the swordsman, several yards away, walking on all fours. [color=black]"Deserts are empty Shaidra. You may have an easier time thinking, there, than you would by the sea."[/color]