[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Let me ask you something, Na'lsa. What on earth makes you think I care about any of those idiots hiding in the rocks back there?" An inane giggle escapes, and all of a sudden, he stretches in an exaggerated yawn, rolling his shoulders.

"As for a reason: here's the only one you'll be interested in. You, all of you, are going to take me to Eden. No, I don't care if we have to make detours along the way, as long as we get there. And once we do, if you manage to keep yourself alive, I'll make a... donation to the cause. Fair?"

Without waiting for a response, he gestures back toward the Pass, beckoning, and his men begin to march out, their weapons at the sides, a slack look in their eyes."