Rani merely nodded. She didn’t have any idea exactly what it was that had turned the mutaqua’s face to bloody jelly, either. In a sewer, it could hardly have been the ammonia. She wondered whether she’d grabbed a can of something else from the kitchen in her haste. At the back of her mind, a little plan was hatching about the fortune to be made selling the stuff to the population of the Undercity. She was just congratulating herself on her canny presence of mind when she realized these orks were not likely to be what you called rich. Oh well. That’d teach her to start thinking like her brothers.