The Forsaken looks up from his reverie. Sometimes it is hard to believe that he is no longer in his crystal. He was trapped for so long, it's hard to interact with others. Stll, a deal was a deal, and he knew if he wanted to survive he would have to cooperate.
Admittedly, this group of people was not what he was expecting when he agreed with the Benghadii. The people he normally killed were weak, mere peasants, not these legendary heroes and infamous villains bedecked in armor, spells and glory.
The Forsaken reached down with a claw and began drawing in the dust in an archaic language. After surveying his work, and recognizing the puzzled looks around him as people attempted to understand him, he signed and acted his words out.
"I agree, let the Vampyre lead Team 6. Furthermore, I suggest that Team Six be called, from now on, the Shoguns of Destiny.
Additionally, I support my fellow combatants' wishes. Let the Sacred Fist and True Believer compare their faiths and gods. I restrain from betting at this point."