The old croan looked toward Cult. She pondered for a moment, and mumbled something to herself which seemed to wound like "well, what would I ha . . . and may . . . I won . . ."
"I will be very willing to make a treaty." The old woman said, very plainly.
"Well what's in it for you. What do you want?" Ami asked.
The evil lady pondered for just a second more, and a sudden evil grin came upon her face. "One of you must give up all of their abilitys to me. One of you must become completely normal to let the others go. The only question is, which one of you will volunteer?" The old lady laughed loudly.
No one said anything. No one made a move.