"Ah. I thought we'd come to that." Akaduros looks to the Terminator at his right and nods.

The Terminator gestures, and a long, thing object emerges from a case on his back, floating down into both hands. A long, multi-hued staff glitters in his grip. Colors constantly weave, morph, a mutate, their depths promising only madness. Setesh instinctively recognizes a Staff of Change.