[Suzerain of Sheol]

Tsae looks on as the scene unfolds, cracker in hand midway to her mouth as her beautiful purple-dyed Canthan lion-skin rug gets spattered with Gambooge's groceries. With aching slowness, she finishes her bite, loudly, ominously crunching the cracker.

"Gambooge," she says in a voice probably horrifying for its lack of outrage, "do you have any idea how much that rug you just ruined cost? No, don't bother thinking, I'll tell you. It was six. Hundred. And eighteen. Gold. And ninety-three silver. And you do NOT want to know where I got the money for it."

She calms herself with another cracker. "Now, we might have an assassin cult after us, but trust me, Gambooge, darling, that rug just became your number one priority." Tsae gestures obliquely and summons a clone right next to the temperamental wizard. "I don't know if you're aware, but, you happene to be one of the people I hate the least in the entire world, so I want you to know, I would nevvvvver, evvvvver do anything to hurt you." She pops a third cracker into her mouth, chomping on it emphatically. "And as your caring friend, I feel like you should know, that phantasm right there hates your guts. And if that rug isn't better than new in an hour, she's going to kick your shins into pudding."

The mesmers brows knit in feigned worry. "I really hope you'll be okay. She can be a bitch like that."