Rhea'li, by contrast, does not appear to pay them much heed when they approach. He is sitting on the stone steps leading to a small shrine, gaze distant. Though an ear twitches, as does his tail, he does not look at either Azem or Emet-Selch.

"You looked for me..." His head suddenly snaps to the side, staring at them, unblinking. "Why did you bother?"

There are many souls gathered with Rhea'li, but there is sign of another soul nestled in the still healing crack of Rhea'li's, a dim glimmer of malevolence radiating from it.