Zul'fan had made the decision almost unconciously. He had left in the night, seeking out the place of his nightmares. Inside, he knew, his parents awaited. He approached the Atal'ai guards of the dreaded Zul'Gurub slowly. Walking along the torch-lit path, he laid down his weapons. He was clothed only in a ritual voodoo robe. He saw the guards, and noticed them tense when he approached. The guards had seemed fascinated with the tribal tattoos covering most of his torso. It was nothing on how the voices he heard after walking for a while between the guards though.