Drenched In It

<Tul'amar looks away from the blood-soaked and mortified Juras, and toward the portal as it flickers to life. She reads it with her powers of the arcane.> Good. Blood is vio... violent? Violent is power. Need more. Now, brothers and sisters. <She gestures to the blood in your possession, and then to her people. Many of them return wary looks your way.> You can. I say. Then, go out. See of me.