Meela waits for all the introductions to finish, bowing her head slightly to acknowledge each one, then after a pause, continues.
Those things I chased off are called wretches. Each one of them carries a pouch filled with one of the most terrible substances a mortal can come into contact with. They prowl the nights on this side, looking for unprotected mortals that sleep on your side. Some you hardly see them at all, it’s as if they stay home. Other nights, they fill the city streets, swarming and fighting for the chance to poison even just one mortal. They look for any weak spot they can find. Most nights, they fail, sometimes they get to someone.”