And the bickering of the lords had come. A war of words in which a few choice phrases could mean the difference between friendship or swords searing through one another's flesh, and he was caught in the midst of it all. A human's palace was no place for a Kreshvi, they were much better suited with a blade in hand. Ikvar and Sheshen both told him this when he had announced his plans to take old Shamgar Paragon up on his offer. Still, he had almost stayed in Alek'ark when sweet Serrina had appeared inside his bedchambers under the cover of the night as naked as the day she had been born. During that soft exchange that they had during that night, she had begged him not to go to Skyhaven. No human bore much love for the Kreshvi beyond paying for their services as mercenaries. Unfortunately, he had to reduce his poor sister to tears once he reaffirmed his intentions. Rollo was never like the other Kreshvi, he possessed an insatiable desire unlike any Ak-Sheh before him had ever had, save for Kreshin'ak himself. He intended to take what he was promised by Shamgar. The human would keep his end of the bargain. After all, trying to trick a Kreshvi is a good way of dying an early death; that much was known.

At the words “Kreshvi scum” uttered by the Khitani Khan, any self-respecting Kreshvi would have skewered the poor horse-lord before he even managed to finish his sentence. Rollo actually found some enjoyment at imagining blood sputtering out of the khan's mouth and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he died a few feet in front of him. Sadly, it seemed that it would be very poor manners to start killing the lords of the great realms when they were supposed to soon negotiate about the future of [i]all[/i] the realm. Despite resisting the urge of gutting all the Khitani where they stood, Rollo still had a feeling that he would kill that man later, and he'd make sure it was slow and satisfying. Instead, he let Shamgar rectify the situation with the one skill he was actually good at. When it came to the part about tying the ribbons around the Khitani weapons, he couldn't help but to burst out in laughter.

“No no, please continue, dawnbringer.” He made a signal with his hand showing that it was okay for Shamgar to continue. “Just that bit about the ribbons. . . well, whatever lies you humans wish to tell each other. It's hardly any of my business.” He took this as one more opportunity to speak with the dawnbringer in a whisper. “We'll have need of your silver tongue in the near the future. Even if it does amuse me when I purposely make your job harder for you.” With a sincere smile, he turned back to face the Khitani Khan.

“It's a pity that you find the Kreshvi to be untrustworthy, horse lord, but I think that all you have to do is take a look around you to find that not a single man in this hall can actually be trusted. Not even your own men.” He gave the human a quick bow. “Do forgive me for attempting to make you conform to the same rules as everyone else. The Khitani are a [i]special[/i] case it seems. Even so, I believe the dawnbringer has the right of it- bickering over such small details foreshadows how things will turn out tomorrow.” As Rollo was making his leave from the Khitani, he turned his head and spoke again. “Also, one more thing: staring down a Kreshvi is an easy way to find yourself dead. Not a threat, only the truth.” With that, he rested his hand at the hilt of his sword, and actually began to make his way from the stubborn Khitani. He figured that there would be plenty of time to have fun with them all later. At the present moment, he wished to discuss a few things with his brother Ikvar, who was currently leaned against the wall, cleaning his nails with an over-sized knife. 

Ikvar was many times taller than Rollo, and had long braided hair that fell down his back. Beyond that, their facial features were similar enough for them to be recognized as brothers, but there was definitely a sort of distance between the two. “[b]I could hear all of you squawking like damned crows, I hope that you didn't offend all the humans already?[/b]” Ikvar had never been as charismatic, charming, or subtle as Rollo, but Rollo had always found him to be remarkably useful in a battle and one to talk to, as the vast ways in which the brothers were different was rather useful when he wanted a contrasting view on important matters. Rollo simply shrugged. “[b]Only the Khitani at the moment, but I'm sure they're just the first of many.[/b]” Ikvar simply ignored his brother's snarky wit.

Ikvar motioned to the guard armor that he wore. “[b]How much longer will I be subjected to this ridiculous outfit?[/b]" Rollo flashed his brother one of his smiles. “[b]Take it off once you get to your chambers if you wish, but I think it fits you well. The finalization of the Kreshvi Guard is something I need to speak to Shamgar about, if it actually happens at all. This little stunt might have made him scrap the entire idea.[/b]” Rollo laughed at that notion. That was when he noticed that he was being approached by James Conrad and his entourage. The seaman offered him a gift, which turned to be a sword of exquisite design, at least by human standards.

[i]Offering a sword to a Kreshvi? How foolish. . . and amusing[/i], Rollo thought to himself. It truly made him wonder if the human wished to curry favor with him, and if he did, it was a rather futile attempt at one. Still, the Conrad was bold, so he had to give the man at least some credit. He lifted the sword from its case and it was exactly what he expected. The fine jewels embedded in its hilt, the way that the blade itself reflected the light, it was clearly a sword meant for display or for a wealthy man to wear at his hip without ever the intention of actually using it to fight. Giving a Kreshvi a sword was foolish, and giving him a toy sword was even more so. He pointed the sword at Conrad's face until the tip of the sword was barely an inch from Conrad's eye. At the slightest movement, Rollo knew he could potentially kill the man where he was. With a flick of his wrist, he offered the hilt of the sword to his brother. 

Ikvar accepted it and immediately frowned. He slashed it at the open air a few times and his expression remained unchanged. He offered the sword back to Rollo. “[b]I would kill the human for giving you such a poor sword. It just looks pretty.[/b]” Rollo looked directly into Conrad's eyes. “I don't suppose you speak Kreshvi human, but my brother just told me to kill you.” There was a few seconds of nearly unbearable silence before Rollo continued. “But I'd like to think of myself as being more forgiving than Ikvar, and it wouldn't prove well if we all started killing each other, now would it? Say what you want of me, human. I know that one does not give a gift to another without an ulterior motive.” Rollo smiled.