Malik grumbled as he slogged through the mud, finally stopping and leaning against a tree as he looked back at Lorr, his eyes gleaming behind the mask that even now he still wore. The mask was a blessing, and would be even more so in the days to come, he had a strange feeling. He couldn't explain it, but something told him things were about to get a lot more violent.
"So. I hear you accepted the position of Mouthpiece of the Council of Fools, Lorr, even though I warned you what I would do should such a thing take place." He stretched his hand out toward the sky, the sun catching on the white filaments that traced over the attached arm, the sign of impending Solace, that he could even now feel approaching. "Give me one good reason why I should not strike you down here, and leave you to bleed out upon the dirt? And it had better be more than 'because the Senate will come after you', as I care little for the decisions of the Senate, nor do I fear them. There are places in the wilds that I can remain hidden for a long time, and they'd never know I was there."