The Sentinels we were made of lightning

belatedly he realized that he had been directed to gather his wolves and rally upon ferahgo's shore; exhaustion stole over him as he knew now that he must reveal a greater deception, a more violent sort of anger for his wolves to kindle against him. letting only a handful of moments pass, he straightened, looking to caiaphas. "this is dante, blue willow, and aria," the druid began, indicating each in turn.=, for they had not given their names, and he wished them all to be acquainted with one another. "this is caiaphas." 

it was the moment to be filled with truth, and yet lasher felt only dread in his belly.

"upon leaving your shore, i saw ferahgo." vague, and yet he saw no reason to admit he had gone to the pirate's shore and called for the corsair!  "we spoke. i do not trust him, and yet he claims he did not order the attacks, and that the woman who came here is a rogue. he has agreed to give her over to us to do with as we see fit."

and there came silence.