Ghani's fingers instinctively curl around the handle of her Crysknife. "How are you insult my brother! He's no tyrant!" She's about ready to put this woman in her place.

And he's dead.

Kinda makes that one hard.

Now it's her turn to scoff at Sheeana. "Your mind tricks won't work on me. You say you're descended from me, wouldn't you already know that if it were so?"