Because she knew that there was someone who had planned all of this. Her husband was the Wadi of the Temple of the Rain. He was the most powerful Wadi in the land and his ONLY weakness was his sweet tooth! He had almost no control over it and even his daily meditations could only keep his desire for sweet stuff at bay. But here he was, despite all his enormous power, with his hand stuck in a Marmalade jar. Not just any maramlade either! It was CHERRY marmalade! The only fruit he was allergic to! Of course, when he began gorging himself he kenw that his accolytes could cure any ill-effects and have him right as Rain (so to speak) in no time at all.

Shendron now realized this was a mistake, as did his wife. The trap had been sprung, now they only had to wait in silence and high emotions for the assassin to show himself. They were not incapable against an attacker, in fact, they were quite deadly, but with Shendron's hand stuck and swollen, there was the draw back of not being able to sign the action to make the incantations effective!

Here they stood, in the room of the High Wadi of Rain, waiting, perhaps for their doom...