The Harpy slinks forward slowly, hips and shoulders undulating seductively and a thoughtful look on her face. "Hmmm. You intrigue me, precious. Kardswann is indeed a powerful figure . . . a genie, in fact, who walked through the magic sealed door and slew the former chief some two months ago. He seems to be under the control of some evil force." She walks brazenly up to Tsadok and inhales deeply, plainly taking in his scent, then reaches up and runs a razor-like nail down his cheek. "Kardswann is cruel to me. I want you to kill him for me. Promise that, and to bring me a snake head for my stew, and I will be your . . . ally."