"So! You see?" said the Baru to the General, loudly. "You’re spiritually outmatched here; that’s the problem. No wonder this siege has dragged on so. You should be halfway to Susa by now. But this Elamite, this thorn in the side of righteousness, has been spurting his venom over your troops. Dragging at their wills. Filling the camp with imps that turn your luck against you!"