*Glances over, expecting to hear the cries of an in pain BD, but instead sees the Darkhounds playfully chasing the light on the floor, and sweatdrops.*
Unknown voice: It sssseemss that we were unable to train that out of them, massster...
You kill him then, Haran.
Shaidar Haran: Of courssse... *sarcastically* Anything for my massster...
*Watches as the Myrdraal approaches BD*
Shaidar haran: Time to die, mortal....