Jankhe nodded. "Much warmer reception than I usually get, I must say... normally it's more along the lines of 'OH GOD ITS JANKHE, RUN!!'..." He paused, and looked up at the sky. "My news, 'tis about Olhal and Vlaardi. They were attempting to flee the area. I'll say that Olhal has his memory back, but it means naught now. Fyroh and Xor caught up to them. They, of course, did NOT want company; so, in a frenzied attempt to keep them back, Vlaardi forced Olhal to put a knife to Vlaardis neck, if you follow; and instructed loudly that if they dare come closer, or try anything, Olhal should slit Vlaardis throat. Olhal refused primarily, and Fyroh assumed that neither had the guts. Fyroh advanced - might I add, Xor warned him against it - and Vlaardi grabbed Olhals wrist, and plunged the knife into his throat. As he lay there, bleeding, Xor rushed over to assist him; yet, Vlaardi pointed to his heart, and Olhal knew there was no saving Vlaardi now; so he followed Vlaardi's orders, and plunged the knife into his heart. After which, Olhal had a deep burst of emotion, which involved both he and Vlaardi dissolving into flame, which has now been put out. I believe this flame was a teleport; not a suicide as Fyroh interpreted it as. I am unaware of Olhals current condition, but you may determine Vlaardi's for yourself." he explained. "I am sorry to be the one to deliver this tragic news."