Akindi crouched beside the albino tiger, staring out from a thicket of rotten, greasy foliage at the four Scarlet Crusaders occupying the rise. Two monks scanned the horizons warily while the priestess chatted with a hunter. "Choo know what, Claw? Ahm too durn noble fo' me own good," she whispered. "Diss mishun be trouble." Claw growled a low response, staring at the hunter's pet scorpion ahead of them. Akindi held her breath. And released. She kicked him in the face. "Faddah, guide mah hands so dat I can keel diss monk. He be in my way. Ahm on a mission."