Shukra listened to the plans of many of the other champions in the room, and perked his ears. They had good ideas, but none that he approved of. Mostly because they revolved around laying blame at the feet of the orcs, and therefore his feet, as he would inevitably have to deal with the humans that stormed the mountains and attacked the orcs. It might make it easier for him to conquer them, but would likely end up with him taking more losses than he wanted. He more approved of Umbra's plan, but still, it wasn't something that he greatly approved of. For now, he thought it best to allow the other villages to do as they pleased. The neighbors were few and far away. However, he did chime in, saying, [color=f26522]"I suggest that either one of our spirits or ghosts go to one of the villages and assert themselves as the leader, after learning their mannerisms. It would give us an advantage, and possibly allow us to turn an entire village and the miliita to us without too much of an issue. Or one of our more persuasive friends,"[/color] he motioned to Ekusha lazily, [color=f26522]"Could more effectively turn the leader and his local guard to us. Might have some fun doing it, too."[/color] Satisfied with his piece said, he quieted down as the stock list came in.

As the familiar broken face of the imp he'd crushed earlier appeared, a wicked smile came over Shukra's face. Once the imp's accusatory statement came, however, that smile turned into a snarl, and a flame burst to life on Shukra's head, forming into a mane much like a lion's. A bit of show of his own, though it wasn't much. And he expected Torrens to leap right onto him in a moment, since there was a new source of heat in the room. He stood, so as to not set the chair on fire, forcing a few humans and imps away from him. His steely gaze met the withering look of his Master. He did know fear, and felt it in that moment, but never would he admit it or let it show. No, he merely held his Master's gaze, allowing the mane of fire to grow and travel down his shoulders and back, rising in intensity.

Then, he did the unexpected: He cooled off, put out the fire, and knelt down before the Dungeon Keeper. [color=f26522]"Forgive me, Master. I did not believe that those I collected would be missed,"[/color] he explained, keeping his gaze firmly locked on the floor. [color=f26522]"I merely wished to restore the men I lost in the raid, thanks to my supposed allies. If you wish, I can have them brought here, though it might take some time, as I had them sent to my own lair."[/color] He neglected to add the bit about the foodstuff he'd had his orcs whisk away as well. [color=f26522]"If I may, I do have a concern to bring up."[/color] He did not wait for an affirmative before he continued. [color=f26522]"Some of your minions do not have control of themselves, or respect for their allies. Many of my minions - and, by extent, your minions - were lost in the village because of the creature That Which Consumes Peace, and likely others in our group. It is a concern of mine that they will do even more damage to your forces once we have built a considerable army, and will sow just as much chaos in your ranks just as they would our enemies'."[/color]

He remained on his knee, waiting for the Master go give some sort of judgement.