Who wins…
"It's not good if she arrives alone. Dictator, I tell you. Something is amiss." Visham whispered to the Dictator, leaning his head on a finger and awaiting his special visitor. "Do not fret; I have some plans up my sleeves if she tries anything funny. I've also gathered intelligence on the formidable Nyla, how she is dangerous, and how we all have weak spots. Shyva is hers."
"If we had her daughter, then this would have been plausible." Visham frowned above him while his attention shifted to the opened double-door entrance. "Are you insulting me about my lack of ability? You know my men are on the lookout. Those pets couldn't have gone far; after all, they were on foot."
