Gori Lamillur responded with a long stare of his icy eyes, letting his hand gently slip off Osmodeus' shoulder. The Voice resumed his stoic position and his voice rang with his accent that swooped like the winds of a desert storm, "I implore you to listen to my words as closely as you always have," he stopped his speech suddenly. 

Gori twitched his shaven eyebrow and the Ashtoken guard swiftly half circled them, leaving Osmodeus free from their position, their cloaked backs faced the two as they watched their surroundings as vigilant as an eagle on the hunt. 

Gori straightened his back, and the sun caught his face through the shadows of the surrounding stone towers that circled them like imposing vultures of another world. With an impenetrable gaze he spoke again, with formality and position," We are in a vulnerable state," he spoke as he tapped The spear of Ashtoken against the stairs with a click as if to stamp his assessment with a seal of approval, "not Ashishia, and not Alabast, but all of the lands. I understand that if the black continent received wind of this, our broken state would not be able to push back the invaders this time, and on top of that we shall receive a harsh winter if things do not improve soon. However, the men of the East recognize these possibilities, our people feel it, they can smell it's pungent odors. I do not differ, as I have received the unkempt thoughts of a broken land and it's volatile corpses spewing corruption and softness for the scavenger to pick away at the rotting flesh. Behind us dwells the men capable of restoring stability and allowing our lands to prosper as they always have, or the men who will feast upon each other's down falls as cannibals lusting over the destroyed bodies of their brethren. You and I both know what must be done to restore the balance, but do they? I have yet to see."

Gori ended his short speech with a blink, the intense gaze fading into a reserved glance. As if The First Star had taken retirement in a warm thought, or a simple abstract concept. The wrappings of his mind constricted tightly against possible solutions to the scenario he had proposed, and with the raise of an eyebrow, he had hoped Osmodeus would understand a solution himself. The sun reflected itself off of a sudden revival of his intense stare. 

" riddles aside," his authoritative voice boomed out suddenly from his collected figure, "the eastern alliances will hold against all possibilities, unless Ashtoken stands alone as vanguard of the desert, blessed be her warm sands." 

An Ashtoken guard spotted a distant glimmer in a window, peering eyes. The guard clicked his heels together and Gori nodded without breaking his focus on the Marrow king.