Zharanthixil stood up and cast his gaze onto Kaleeth. "Was it not enough that you allowed him to corrupt you, that now you have to bring him here disturb me in my own home?"

The Master-Hunter took a few steps forward. His demeanor was angered, but not necessarily aggressive in a violent sense. He let out a soft hiss as he eyed Janius for a few moments in silence. Despite his attitude, he did not appear nearly as enraged as he did by the river. Time had helped to calm him to some extent, but his beliefs about Imperials were not something that one could expect to change easily. "I have no reason to speak to you. I respect the Elder and Treeminder, but they are too short-sighted to see the threat you pose. I have seen what happens when Saxhleel provide hospitality to outsiders. You take our gifts, then stab us in the back with them when we are not looking. I do not know what you intend to do to us with this ritual, but I promise you, I will not let you take us by surprise. I will die for this village, and I will most [i]certainly[/i] kill for it."