Meadowlark Prairie to hold a flame to a gas filled lake

It was interesting to hear that his uncle supported his notions, it wasn't what Vaati expected. Neither did he expect the extending arm of peace to be offered to him, to return to the woods where he was born and died, and burn it to the ground. The latter was all he really yearned for, if he was to be quite honest with himself. If he was to pretend to be in good graces with a few meagre pawns to see Blackfeather crumble... that was something he would not be above. He had once believed that blood ran thicker than all things, but even blood had turned his back on him. Vaati would not play the fool once again and give in so easily to the temptations that had once nearly killed him. There was only one thing that really mattered. "Who sits on the throne?" His inquiry avoided the answering the proposal Damien had laid before him, but neither did he disregard the offer. Placing himself in a position of leadership once more was not worth the trouble and time, but doing what he could to bring ill to the woods was all he had thought of for many months. Perhaps now was the time of follow through, if the cards were laid out in his favour.