[centre][b]Amazonia Imperiia[/b]

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Kraith began to smell magic, a slight sickly unpleasant odour, like that of chicken only just going to rot. A source of unpleasant and malevolent magic perhaps? Worse. The situation despite with his preparation was, simply put, too perfect. The situation was beginning to put him on edge and he didn't much care for the feeling. It never boded well.

In fact... as did the fact he couldn't find any material to even reanimate a dead rat earlier. Instead he looked at Traxilus and prayed, hoped, that the man would pick up the ball and do something to distract the woman. He had come too far now to let what work he'd arranged slip away.

And so he did his best to avoid notice and waited for Traxilus to pick up the ball and do something to distract the last Amazon, even if that included 'entertaining' her in the dirt there and then. If she was distracted it would take him but a moment to get into the tent, get the glowing gem from the chest in the tent and then get out with it swaddled in cloth or something similar. 

All he needed was Traxilus to distract her.