Unfortunately, it seemed the young warrior was far to eager to claim a name for himself as the Valuk soon received word of Dil'threan's attack on and subsequent death by Cylitheria. Not wishing to delay Cylitheria's retrieval, Razillian called forth Deneer to provide a more aged understanding of these matters and opened a gate for the Warlord to enter. With years of wisdom and the knowledge that a blade was not always the best solution, Deneer entered the gate to meet with this most deadly of women.

He arrived to find the freshly slain corpse of Dil'threan as well as the warrioress Cylitheria, sword still in hand, hovering over the corpse. Taking note at the ease to which the human female had dispatched his dark elven brethren, Deneer took a more civil approach and managed to persuade the lady to return with him to Pax Lair.

The two arrived before the Tower of Chaos through the gate Deneer had summoned and quickly made their way to the rooftop. Stepping across the bridge, which spanned the two opposing towers, they entered the throng of people who awaited the arrival of the famed Cylitheria.

"Here is the woman you asked for Valuk," spoke Deneer across the throng of people.

Razillian allowed himself the brief pleasure of a smile to cross his lips before responding, "Deneer you serve us well."

Amid the crowd of humans, orcs, dark elves and others the two finally met. Razillian took the lead and spoke first to the lady who still new little of what was occurring, "Cylitheria, it is a pleasure to finally meet thee."

The orcs crowded around the warrioress, poking and prodding in search of the book upon her person. She let a glare fall upon the orcs around her, forcing some back. "You seem to have the advantage," she said to Razillian as she eyed the human leader of Dark Elves.

The Warboss of the Snub'Gruk clan of orcs stepped forward and, perhaps as his way of greeting, reached forward with his hand and poked his finger into Cylitheria's eye. The warrioress, ever composed, merely slapped the intrusive hand away and continued to stare upon Razillian.

"I am Razillian, Valuk of the Xun Verin," said Razillian.

"Me iz Murbog, Warboss ub da Snub'Gruk clan," Murbog said in his best human tongue.

"Now that the pleasantries have been dispensed," spoke Razillian again, "might we get down to business?"

Cylitheria, knowing better then to believe this to be a peaceful meeting, eyed the crowd before saying, "Your assassination attempt was non successful." With the last word, she threw to the ground the freshly carved head of Dil'Threan as means of her evidence.

"We wished you no harm," said Razillian following the words with a cruel chuckle. "He was young and foolish; and I fear will nae return to this realm. The spider goddess is displeased with his actions."

At the sight of the dark elven head on the ground, the surrounding crowd became far more turbulent. Amid all the noise, and with the smell of blood in the air, a horse broke free from its master, going into frenzy attacking the nearest orc. The Warboss, Murbog, set about his defense nearly ending the poor creature’s life in an instant. Were it not for the pleads of the crowd for its life and the swift calming action of the horses master, the orc clan would have feasted well that eve.

Calm still amongst all the turmoil, Cylitheria spoke, "Why do you seek me out and pull me from my business?"

"You have a certain item we would like from you," Razillian said with a smile displayed on his face. "In exchange for this item, we offer your life and perhaps more."

Cylitheria became distracted for a moment as she scanned the crowds before her and came upon a face she knew well. Words spoken to her fell upon deaf ears as she glared at Jhym seated upon the roof among the crowd. Turning her gaze away, she released her frustrations upon the orc warboss demanding quiet from his clan.

As Murbog brought quiet to his orcs, Cylitheria turned back to the waiting Razillian saying, "Now where were we?"

With a malicious grin etched upon his face, Razillian replied, "You were about to give me the book."

"And in exchange?" asked Cylitheria.

"Name your price," said Razillian.

Removing the book from her pack, the warrioress held it over a nearby flame asking, "How do I know you will help me?"

Playing down the importance to the book, the allied leaders stood calmly; the orc merely scratching himself; the human saying, "I am a man of honor," producing a few laughs from the ever present Dark Elves. Razillian ignored the laughs and continued to speak, "Were I not, we would merely have slain you for the book. Look around you, you are outnumbered by far."

Obviously outnumbered, and lacking little choice but to take the Valuk for his word, Cylitheria chose still to hold her ground saying, "I will give you the book under my one condition. I want you to help me take back the place where warriors are born and die."

Many in the crowd looked upon the warrioress in confusion, as did the Warboss of the Snub'Gruk who shouted in his broken human tongue, "Ork Fort? Dad is Murbogz!" Speaking of the only true warriors to an orc and not those of the humans.

Razillian understood her words and with a pleasant grin replied, "My Lady, what you ask would be a pleasure and nae a price. As Valuk of the Xun Verin, this you ask shall be done."

Not yet willing to give in, Cylitheria made as if to hand the book to Razillian, but instead held back turning to the Murbog. She spoke to the Orc Leader saying, "And Murbog, something I want from you."

Frustrated with the human woman’s games, but knowing the need for the book, Murbog growled and asked, "Wud?"

Cylitheria scanned across the orcs present randomly pointing to one and called him forth. With a grunt from the Warboss, the orc Blug'Muk came to stand before Cylitheria. She spoke to the orc asking, "Tell me something orc, would you die for your clan?"

With pride, the orc puffed out his chest and spoke a single word, "Yub!"

In a single movement Cylitheria tossed the book into the waiting hands of Razillian and drew her sword, engaging the orc in combat. The battle was quick, as the orc was no match for the veteran warrioress, ending with the death cry of the Blug'Muk.

As the victorious Cylitheria cleaned and sheathed her blade, Razillian once again called upon the magic learned from the Dark Elves and openned a gate. The warrioress stepped toward the gate, turning quickly to Razillian telling rather then asking the Valuk, "We have a deal then."

Razillian replied with a mere, "Aye," and the warrioress was gone.

With book in hand, the human who would lead Dark Elves gathered his forces around him and disappeared from the rooftop of the Tower of Order.