[center] [h3][b][color=00ff00]J'eon the Blacksmith[/color][/b][/h3] [/center]

J'eon curled his lips and threw back his shoulders, and with great distain strode towards the edge of the hull where he tilted his head to see the line of House Silbermine and its arrogant herald. 

"No," he bellowed back. "You may not! This is the temple of the Sky People, and I would not suggest incurring their wrath by trying to claim it away from them!"

A bluff, to be sure. Castigator Nellara and her soldiers were far too few to defend this fortress against House Silbermine by themselves, nor was he sure that the sky people could defend themselves right now. But if Shirik called down another fireball to wipe out House Silbermine, he feared the sky people would refuse to let any of them near. 

Shirik's might, if truth be told, took some getting used to. Had he not been in so poor a state after the attack of that giant insect, he would have found the nearest hole to hide himself in.