“Go home. How?
<She offers a dramatic flourish with her fingertips, producing some arcane sparks. Then, she makes an X with her index fingers.>
Of me? No. Of they.
<Tul'amar gestures to a group of voidwalkers up ahead. She then draws her thumb across her neck.>
Kill. And.
<She reaches into a pouch on her hip and retrieves a cracked stone of domanaar make. It looks like a spell reagent of some kind.>
As this. Need.”
