“Kill the Ghants,” Harathes snapped. Cyrene hesitated, though her fingers shook on the bowstring. “They’re things of Darkness and we can’t just tie them all up. They’ll bring down the rest of the tower on us, probably while we’re facing off Darvezian,” the warrior went on. “This is no time for philosophical niceties.” “They’re serving staff,” Lief pointed out. “Everything in here is evil,” Harathes stated flatly. “Even the waiters?” “What, you think only murderers and monsters can be evil? Darkness is Darkness.” “Fuck your theology,” Lief stated flatly.
