Sinrasuli smiled to himself as he watched the unfolding events aboard the ship, and even broke into a giggle when the Orc threatened his brother. Served him right, the fool - Sinrasuli had tried to have him washed, but the stubborn man had naturally refused. Of course the smell would go straight through the new bandages. Any traces of corpse juice left in that withered body would be absorbed by them too, of course. If Sethos ever made it back, Sinrasuli would have to make sure he was cleansed, lest the smell alone would drive all visitors from his beloved city. "Woops, better keep in the game!", said the king, making a quick gesture with his hand to lock his brother's legs. In the crystal ball, he saw his brother, who had attempted to rise behind the Orc, fall back to his seat before he'd even gotten off the ground. Chuckling, Sinrasuli imagined what a battle between an Orc and an enraged Sethos would be like. Interesting, that was for certain. The boat would likely not be able to contain it, though, and there was no doubt the ogre would join in. That would be a one-sided battle indeed, and the boat would definitely not be able to contain all three combatants. "So that means you'll be practising some self-restraint, my brother dear", said Sinrasuli to himself, and broke into laughter.

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