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So the insanity continued, and Sharr had chosen that for now he would merely watch. It was a good chance to get to know the other people around him, the power players of the new Underworld. There was no Skip Lone, no Lestrange, no Marcus, no Saede, and especially no Artemis. That last one brought the attention of somebody. Lanei Duran. Of course, his positive point was made into something so negative by her.

"Shamed one, to what do I owe...for your presence to be bestowed upon us this night?"

"The shamed one would be Artmis Obauldi. After his defeat at the hands of the Jeedai, he decided that he couldn't bear the shame." That was a good start, but that made it seem as though Sharr had only taken his spot as leader when the stronger one left. This wasn't the case. "And neither could I, following such a shamed leader as that was something that is not looked well upon in our culture. Unfortunately, he was able to remove himself from my presence. But sooner or later, I will find him again. And then we shall finish our fight." Now all he could do was wait for something to happen, for their to be some reaction to his words.

This might be amusing.

Ah yes, Sharr was right about it being plenty of fun to be here. Interesting how she had decided to take such a drastic response to such a simple response. There had been no lie, no molding of the truth, instead it was something that was completely honest. Instead, he was forced to move to the side as the knife cut the side of a cloak that he shouldn't have even worn. It just slows me down, it just gives a target for somebody.

"Kneel, infidel!"

Her hand meant nothing, he was certain that he had dealt with worse. Hell, even the former Dread Lord provided him with much more of a threat than she did. Nothing would make him kneel, especially to somebody who disgraced his culture with every single thing she did. She spoke the language, but she used technology, and then she referred to him as something that the former Dread Lord loved to call others. "You use technology, you are the infidel in the face of the gods. Not me." No fear, Sharr knew better than to show fear on his face. There was no way that he would let her think that she had won anything, because simply put she hadn't.

"Do you know the hrosha-gul? I can show you..."

As her hand flipped to change the safety, Sharr had coaxed his weapon into coiling like a snake. "As I can show you. Would you like to die here, as well? By the time that you shoot me, the Scepter of Power shall have already bitten you. I'm sure that your death will affect this group in a large way. Or you can realize that times change, and the previous Dread Lord did decide that exile was far better than the shame of his failure." There was really nothing that could be done, no reason for him to fear anything that would happen. "I will not kneel to somebody who isn't the leader, and you shall never lead the Yuuzhan Vong."

Heirs? They were likely going to shame themselves as Artemis Obauldi had, that much was obvious. "I was trying to work with the Underworld, and with yourself. But, of course, you simply cannot handle that your precious Artemis chose exile over shame, and that he couldn't maintain leadership over our people. As for his heirs, they're welcome to try to become the leaders of the Yuuzhan Vong. That's just the way of things." As her blade was sheathed, Sharr thought it would be better if he took the first step to diffuse the situation. After all, he had come here to work with the outlaws. Hw hadn't come here to fight the entirety of the Underworld. Another coaxing, the Scepter changed back from the serpent to the rigid staff that would easily be able to strike her down if she tried something. Her small fingers traipsed around his armor, in a strange way, right as two things happened. First, the end of the amphistaff was placed to the ground.

Perhaps that was the way to show that Sharr wasn't there to fight. He would if he had to, but it turned out that there was somebody who was adverse to the threat of him killing Lanei. A strange woman, suddenly he felt as though he was about to crumble. The only thing that kept him up was the fact that the stunning effect had caused his grip to tighten. Next came somebody taking advantage of it, and a foot moved to sweep him from his feet. Instead of moving him completely to his feet, the Dread Lord was able to keep himself a few inches away from the kneeling position that she so desired. Why was it that she desired him to kneel to her so much? Was this part of what had caused the shame and the downfall?

"She leads us Outlaws, and dont you doubt it."

"As I lead my people. Do you think I came here to fight her for leadership? I came here to try to work with you all. But I will not stand here and do nothing while she continues to question my leadership of a culture she knows nothing about."

"As for you, Sharr, it is up to you whether you are going to stay and help or if you are going to leave."

"Actually, Lanei, it is up to you. As I said to your companion, I came here to work with the Underworld. It is up to you whether or not that actually happens." By now, Sharr had pulled himself back and forced himself to stand as he had been. After all, it had been a low stun setting. "I did not come here to fight you, neither did Artemis. Yet you seem unable to move past him. And so I say again, it is up to you."