[Salone]

Na'lsa listened on in mere boredom now, Dante's transgression against him already forgotten. He cast an eye on the Dybbuk in the background, wondering if he should stockpile meat while it was available and still slightly fresh. After a moment he gave up on the idea completely. He wiped Dante's blood from his fingers, idly cleaning them as if he had merely touched something dirty. The lack of safety he was beginning to show against his 'flock' was becoming disconcerting.