[Cronislee]

With glee, My lady.

*After a day and night of searching, Cronis found Death at the cross roads. Tho she was indeed attractive, and her supple breasts awoke a primal instinct still unchained by the power of Chaos, he drew his mighty War-axe. Women, jewels, and power meant nothing; and in a single, powerful, strike he rent the specter in twine. Satisfied she was dead, he beheaded the being and placed it in his head sack. Now; having returned to his ladie's encampment he knelt before the great Asura and bestowed to her the weighted head sack.-

"Even Death is not outside of your reach, my lady."