Ziebach scowled as the druid shit down his plan, slumping in his seat. "Yeah, men, gold, defenses, they'll take them out for us. They're human, they're always looking for a reason to fight one another. I wasn't gonna say we fight them, you think I'm an idiot..."

He didn't get long into his mutterings before all the china was violently thrown to the ground. He looked around as the skeletons as the tea spread across the floor. "Some of that was from the third century." He said, his voice stony again. "Some of that was Zandarian China. They don't make it anymore, because they don't exist." [u][b]He got out of his chair, leaned down, and started picking up shards, trying to separate the valuable stuff from the rabble rubble for later repair.[/b]
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"I agree with Galeini," He shouted from his work as the conversation went on. Secretly he considered Galeini perhaps the most powerful of them all. "I could make arrows that could turn the Nomad's enemies to stone or make them grow snakes instead of hair. That would wow the hell out of them. We could use the nomads easy. I don't need them as skeletons, look at what the skeletons just did."

As if the put an exclamation mark on the end of that sentence the entire room suddenly erupted in rattly clucking as Ziebach felt someone try to punch him in the brain. He stood up sharply and looked around, spotting the majority of his comrades also caught up in the clucking flew that had afflicted the skeletons. He locked eyes with the [i]mind-flayer[/i] across the table, as though anyone wouldn't understand what had just happened when there was a mind-flayer in the room. "I get that mind flaying is your thing, but what [i]is[/i] this?"

[@Kenshi]