Ulow continued to gaze right at Klarkash, in the way that one might look at a scab to insure it didn't become infected. Disheartened, disgruntled and a little sickened she was, certainly, but the Chitine had come such a long distance and seen so many awful things in the past few months. Jaded was the only expression that really came across.
"The Liber Ivonis... Whad would you trade for id?" She remarked solemnly, trying to ignore the looks that such a proposition would surely generate. The silhouette of Fillis hung in her mind, always. "These... monolith only few. Believe you wouldn', the things I see..."