Drajhan quickly sheathed his blade, attempting to be as unthreatening as possible. Even he knew when he was outnumbered, and the better peace that could be kept with these newcomers, the more likely that all would survive this journey unharmed. He knew little about these creatures, but they appeared friendly, at least to Lorenthar, albeit unrefined. Unsure whether they were dim-witted or just lived outside the nomal culture, Drajhan felt it best to not proclaim all of his greatness at once.

"Master woodsmen," Draj spoke up, approaching the company of firbolgs slowly, "we witnessed yesterday the destruction of an important Gate. My friends and I attempted to stop this attack, and Lorenthar was kind enough to aid us. We were, regretfully, unsuccessful in our endeavors, and from what knowledge I have gleaned about this Gate, it seems this loss shall be sorely felt for quite some time."

Drajhan's countenance darkened, showing his own contriteness before he continued. "Lorenthar then led us here to recover from our wounds. We were just now getting to know each other better before deciding upon our course of action. If I am not mistaken, I believe we may have been on our way to find you, or at least some gathering of people who could aid us with more information. Have you seen the Gate? If so, is it irreparable?"