And those 'boneheads' where walking back to the portal after another unsuccessful trip of looking for Darksheare.
Reh'shka and Khar'mash came around a cargo container looking at the ground dejectedly and stopped short at a pair of boots. Tapping one foot very rapidly. They looked at each other quickly and then at Darksheare in a surprised fashion.
A few minutes later, and a few rough words and hurt feelings.. among other things.... And they were in a mood to negotiate.
"Boneheads!" that was all Darksheare had to say on the matter. The Kibrit had a lot more to say. It chittered, chirped, purred, and squeeked at Reh'shka and Khar'mash. It didn't seem to be happy with being in some place different from it's own home. On the other hand, Darksheare was quite happy with Ea'rth.
"But, you are needed there." Khar'mash objected as darksherae held him in the portal opening.
"I do not want to rule over anyone, nor do I want to be in control of anything there. I prefer living my quiet, normal life here. The Lady of Kentothe is old enough to rule, let her. She knows all that is needed. Try and tranq dart me again, and I'll burn your souls from your bodies when we next meet." and to show that he cared, Darksheare lit his hands up. Khar'mash beat at his now flaming shirt as Darksheare let him go, into the portal. Reh'shka was less willing to negotiate, now that he saw and understood what was intended. But Darksheare was very understanding and even helpfull to Reh's stalled thought process. He through him into the portal headfirst. A small pause, and Darksheare sent the Kibrit back. He heard some protests, curses, and other dire imprecations coming from the other side of the portal.
"Make sure you land on your feet next time, if there is one." and with that, the portal swallowed the warehouse wall it was in with sound of a godlike belch as it collapsed.
And Darksheare was a normal man again. Laughing, in the rain.