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Donovan cracked his neck and straightened his back as he and Nick entered the Chief's longhouse-- despite his current pain, Don knew he couldn't afford to look anything less than absolutely confident in his words and unshaking in his tone. Taking a deep breath he waited for Nick to finish his thoughts. Donovan stared at the symbol on the man's robes; it was similar to the tattoos lining the skin of the lass who'd caught his attention earlier, but he lacked any pouches that might contain whatever it was the girl had hidden as she exited the woods. [color=lightgreen]"[i]Kyrnith, tha Elder beast, not ah god.[/i]"[/color] he gently corrected Nick, before his tone took dire turn as he locked eyes with the Chief himself, [color=lightgreen]"Enli."[/color] his eyes bored into those of the man before him, searching his eyes for even the slightest hint of deception, [color=lightgreen]"Do ya truleh care fer yer people?"[/color] he spoke, pausing to allow the gravity of the question sink into the man's bones [color=lightgreen]"Enuff tah give up on whatever th' Illuminator es schemin? Or would yah sacrifice em all in his name?"[/color]

Above all else, the duo needed to know if Enli could be trusted-- or if he was a pawn of the faceless god. With the reason of their arrival already revealed by Nick, the attempt to strike a deal, or secure a valuable ally was now or never.