Sneak, the Gray Cabalist tells you, "There is something you should know about the Troll Khenarkha
that serves your guild."

You tell Sneak, the Gray Cabalist, "I am listening, Sneak."

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist tells you, "Sneak. Yes. The One Whom she serves has taken a mortal lover.
That mortal lover is none other than her."

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist tells you, "That is the full extent of it."

You tell Sneak, the Gray Cabalist, "...a Troll?"

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist tells you, "It is a difficult thing to comprehend why, but it is
nonetheless the case."

You tell Sneak, the Gray Cabalist, "I suppose Trolls need loving too, but.."

You tell Sneak, the Gray Cabalist, "I have a difficult time comprehending why, at any case. But, I'm
certain I can use the information for something."

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist tells you, "She stood with her Lord. They embraced and put their mouths
against one anothers'. Then she returned into the City. He is yet wounded. The altercation with the
Demon Blade had a real possibility of killing Him, I believe. Nonetheless, I feel this is
information that you should know."

You tell Sneak, the Gray Cabalist, "...I believe my brain may have just come alight with many
possibilities. I wonder, what it would do to Him, were He to lose Her.."

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist tells you, "We have seen from the incident in Hashan that He can scarcely
bear it when His people die. It leads Him to make thoroughly illogical decisions, ones that place
Him - and by extension, the rest of us - at significant risk. His profile is not one of measured
reason, but rather of the same foolishness common to many southwesterners."

You tell Sneak, the Gray Cabalist, "Do you know the female Troll's location at present?"

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist tells you, "I could find her, if you like."

You tell Sneak, the Gray Cabalist, "Do so."

You have emoted: Ishin's hands lift and come together, rubbing slowly, while a rather unpleasant
expression filters across his face.

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist tells you, "Do you know your way to my chambers? I have her here."

You tell Sneak, the Gray Cabalist, "No. Where are they?"

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist tells you, "A dark chamber of Magic."

A dark chamber of Magic (44587) - Spinesreach (25)
Resting on the ground is a cube-shaped silver sigil. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular
monolith is on the ground. A conscripted Spirean soldier coldly scans the area for threats. A xorani
girl in black numerologist's robes stands here unobtrusively. Khenarka, a female Troll stands here,
clad in battered armor and gray robes.
You see a single exit leading north.
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You can see the following 5 objects:
"sigil213134"            a cube sigil. [P] [WP][C][G][R]
"monolith sigil151068"   a monolith sigil.
"soldier164745"          a conscripted Spirean soldier. [P] [WP][C][G][R]
"Sneak66386"             Sneak, the Gray Cabalist.
"troll299340"            Khenarkha, a gray-cloaked Troll.

You have emoted: Ishin pads in, before he gives a low rumble from deep within his chest.

Khenarkha, a gray-cloaked Troll stands as if transfixed. Only her eyes move, swiveling in muted
terror between you and Sneak.

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist inclines her head politely to you.

You have emoted: Ishin pads over closer to Sneak, a long, pink tongue sliding out of his muzzle to
lick along its length.

You tell Sneak, the Gray Cabalist, "You have her immobilized?"

It becomes apparent that Sneak, the Gray Cabalist is holding Khenarkha thoroughly immobile, through
some feat of Numerology - she circles the Troll, her expression neutral, and favors you with a nod.
"Yes."

You have emoted: Ishin settles down on his haunches, his bestial, crimson eyes watching Khenarkha.
They seem to be thoughtful, though that is countered by the occasional licking of his tongue out and
along his muzzle, as if he were staring at a potential meal.

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist says, "I can let her talk, if you'd like."

You say, in a feral tongue, "Go ahead, Sneak."

Khenarkha, a gray-cloaked Troll's mouth falls open - she stutters, drool hanging from one lip, her
eyes wheeling to fix on you.

Khenarkha, a gray-cloaked Troll says, "Grand Inquisitor General. I... what's happening? I was just
preparing for my interviews, that's, that's all..."

You have emoted: Ishin's head tilts slightly to one side, another low rumble reverberating up out of
his lupine chest. Slowly, his body shifts, and he begins the shift back into his natural form.

Ishin mutates into an Azudim here.

You have emoted: His eyes narrowing, Ishin says to Khenakhra, "Is it true? Are you His lover?"

Khenarkha, a gray-cloaked Troll doesn't answer. Her head drops, and she stares at the floor, her
lips clamped stubbornly shut. Tears sting at her eyes.

You have emoted: Ishin takes half a pace closer to the female Troll, his face twisting slightly as
he speaks again. "Answer me!"

Defiantly, Khenarkha, a gray-cloaked Troll says, "I don't want to answer you!"

You say, "Want, and necessity, are two different things, Khenarkha. You can either answer me, and I
can make this quick, or..."

You have emoted: Ishin's cloaked shoulders roll, his expression unpleasant.

Steeling herself and looking up, Khenarkha, a gray-cloaked Troll says, "You don't have any proof."

You say to Sneak, the Gray Cabalist, "You give me your word that it is true, do you not?"

"Yes," Sneak, the Gray Cabalist tells you, her head inclining forward by a fraction.

You have emoted: Ishin turns his crimson gaze back to Khenarkha, and an unpleasant smile stretches
his dark lips. "Good enough for me, Sneak. Do you have anything to say, Khenarkha?"

You have emoted: Ishin takes three steps back from the female troll, his posture shifting, one foot
slightly in front of the other.

Her head falling onto her chest, though the rest of her stays immobilized and upright, Khenarkha, a
gray-cloaked Troll says, "Not to you."

You say to Sneak, the Gray Cabalist, "Hold her, and keep her from speaking again."

Ishin mutates back into his werewolf form.

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist raises her hand. The Troll's jaw slams audibly shut. A muffled whimper
echoes from behind tightly sealed lips.

You have emoted: Ishin shakes himself slightly, his crimson eyes coming back to rest on the female
troll now that he is once more in his lycanthropic form. His maw opens, revealing the very same
teeth which have taken many lives and limbs. Globules of saliva drip from it as he gives a low,
rumbling growl, and sharp claws can be heard scraping against the marble of the floor. With a
powerful motion, the werewolf lunges at Khenarkha, teeth going for the throat.

Khenarkha, a gray-cloaked Troll's muscles tense, but no movement happens otherwise - she hangs there,
 vulnerable, tears of frustration and helplessness shining on her dark cheeks.

You have emoted: Ishin's jaws clamp around the motionless flesh, tearing in. His body shifts wildly
and his head whips as hard as it can as he tears into the Troll's immobile form, rending flesh and
bone to tear our Khenarkha's throat.

It takes only seconds for the blood to gush forth from Khenarkha, a gray-cloaked Troll - her throat
hangs in the air, threads of skin and blood moving with eerie slowness before the Cabalist allows
reality to assert itself - she topples, her hands clutching at what used to be a perfectly good neck,
 her eyes struggling to focus before she melts, like an overlarge puddle, onto the floor, amid a
growing pool of her own blood.

You have emoted: Ishin moves over to the now-prone body, his maw yawning open again. Making violent,
feral motions, Ishin violates the corpse, violently separating head from neck and leaving the rest
of the body and its organs splayed to the open air.

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist lets her hand fall. A few motes of blood, still spinning through the air in
defiance of gravity, abruptly topple to the ground.

You have emoted: Ishin reaches down, picking up the now-independent head. His crimson eyes find
Sneak, and his mouth works before he spits out a few pieces of flesh - the front of him covered in
the Troll's blood and bits of flesh. He holds it out to the young Xorani. "Have it delivered to Him,
" the Azudim says in a heartless tone. "And let it be known that Khenarkha's last words were about
why her Lord had abandoned her in her last moments."

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist calmly accepts the Troll's head, holding it at arm's length. "I will do
this thing for you," she assents.

You have emoted: Ishin lays his right hand - with only four fingers - on Sneak's shoulder. "Do it by
proxy," he states. "I would not have you harmed by a fit of rage from Him."

You have emoted: Ishin's eyes move to the corpse. "As for that...you can do as you deem fit with it.
Hang it from the Gates if you so choose."

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist says, "His rage, based on observable evidence, consists of flailing
uselessly at Teradrim and then falling into chasms."

"Nonetheless, I will use a proxy," Sneak, the Gray Cabalist adds. Her contempt, nonetheless, is made
subtly clear.

You have emoted: Ishin gives Sneak a hard, feral grin, the blood of the Troll staining his teeth and
shadowy flesh. "You have done well, Sneak," the Azudim murmurs. "Should you need anything, come to
me. If it is within my power, I shall assist you if I am able."

Sneak, the Gray Cabalist says, "I will remember this favor, Ishin Cardinalis. Thank you."

You say, "Mm."

You have emoted: Ishin gives Sneak's shoulder a light squeeze, before he turns and walks away as if
nothing had happened.

Ishin goes to the bathhouse, washes off.

You have emoted: Ishin lowers himself down into the water, his hands moving to slowly scrub and wash
the blood and mangled pieces of tissue from him. His movements are calm, as if there were nothing
wrong with him at all.

You have emoted: Ishin emerges from the water, mostly clean.

You say, "...much better. Now Fae won't fuss."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across your lips.