[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MouTqPS.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][i][b]Ashür:[/b][/i] Beams yet another one of his trademarked glares, this time Siris's way just beside him, [i]"Seal your lips newblood. Your heedlessness is your undoing."[/i] Those sunken eyes of his meticulously wander away from the foolhardy warrior, across the clearing to the vibrantly haired youth.

[i]"I am not opposed to the boy's idea."[/i] He states, [i]"Still, best to be sure we remain in the Theurg's sight. Bled out by a gaggle of Yeeks is a tale your progeny will never be rid of. . ."[/i] Despite his words Ashür looks to the east, where hills form a natural valley leading up to the Ziggurat, tempting a path it may be.[/indent][/indent]