Arlyth's smile was dark, and he replied to the Kreen, "You would be a fool to judge me... there is more to me then you know. Besting me... would be difficult." the elf's eyes flashed with hatred, "What is your purpose then, X'Cal'lak Xvim X'orm? I am Arlyth, son of Calaethis. Though I doubt you've heard of my father nor his line. I would give you a full account of my linage, but it would be wasted upon you. Put up your weapons and we shall talk... ...in relative peace. If you agree to my terms, you shall not be harmed. You are to put up your weapons and make no hostile moves. Understood? Arlyth's tone held grudging respect. "X'Cal'lak Xvim X'orm; you would do well to respect those with the blood of Dragons within their viens. That aside, do you agree?" Arlyth lowered his sword slightly, and motioned for the others to do the same. If the Kreen was stupid enough to attack, he'd get blasted by ranger and sorcerer magic.
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