Sheer dread fills Zaraknvyr as Tabiah's gaze moves past him. He witnesses as her expression, infuriatingly, takes on the banality of her amusement. He envisions in his mind's eye the horrible visages of the Bleakers at his back. He seethes over the surmounting impossibility that avoiding them seems to be becoming before his very eyes. His uncomfortable gaze sweeps from Tabiah to Athar. He glowers, then meows once more;

[i]"This female brings me agony, and yet her usefulness shall be my burden. I am thankful to have a reasonable companion in yourself."[/i]

He then abruptly rises, and turns to the company of Fyodor. As maddening as it may be, he declares thus;

"We go the same path. Let us avoid crossing blades when greater foes may be afoot. Your lot may join my party."

He smiles. A very discomforting, very toothy, smile. [i]There.[/i] That ought to solve this issue before it could even begin.