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The monk spoke but a word, and Lecter knew Dawa's fate. He felt a stab of relief for her, she who had escaped the misery of the mortal plane, and for a brief moment, he envied the broken woman, undoubtedly blessed for her sacrifice with a new form, lovely and ethereal.

But his focus was Tenzin now, and he was pleased to see that the snowy creature was not going to challenge his logic. "She will send your head down and your ass after it if you cross us," the shaman muttered dryly, "but I do not think you shall, and I told her such."

A monk Tenzin was, but he was wise, poised. His experience would be an asset to Silvertip, and if he would relent to being trained in warfare and sparring, his life would become enjoyable indeed.

"So, friend?" Lecter murmured softly, icewater eyes dancing toward his pale companion. "Are you ready?" There was a peace and a steadiness to Tenzin, but the madman knew that this would be a shock to the other male, to be drawn from that which he had known into the light of a new and savage life.