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[indent][color=lightgray]The notion that Ixtaro would show them how their strange weapons worked meant that she understood Shirik's words. That much was good. These "guns" were something Shirik found to be a curiosity, but Kareet and Nellara might find them more pressing. It seemed to launch some sort of object, like a ballista. Interesting. [color=d68300]"Friend..."[/color] They said, trying to understand what the humans were saying. The handshake seemed to mean something like "ally" or "companion" to them, a symbol of good will. That made sense. Shirik slowly reached for their staff on the ground, and used it to help them stand upright once Ixtaro put a hand out. Shirik extended a hand that appeared to be smoldering, but held it away from Ixatro's for several seconds as the embers visibly became smoke that trailed away. Only then did they clasp their hand with Ixtaro's. It felt cold to the touch, as they didn't want to burn a would-be companion. Still, the air around them didn't feel as if it was warmer as a result.

[color=d68300]"Friend."[/color] They confirmed, with a bit more conviction now that they grasped the word's meaning. 

And then came the horn. It elicited an audible growl from Shirik, who wordlessly followed after everyone else had filed out, they stayed in the background as Gesith Silbermine and the knights of Sudenur came to inspect the crash. J'eon, Nellara and Kareet had already stepped out to confront them, and Shirik listened intently before stepping forward. With their hood down, all the knights could see the old Iriad wreathed in brilliant fire, holding a staff wrapped with curious stones at one end. They addressed Gesith loudly, with iron in their gravelly voice, that each and every knight would hear them. [color=d68300]"Your engineers will not be granted safe passage, the people of the Sky came here in this creation. It is theirs, and theirs alone. They are not Glen, and their "temple" as you describe it, will not be surrendered to your House. Look at the painting closer. That is no Glen, but a Sky person. It bears no antlers, nor does the strange beast it rides atop. You are not the only beings with four legs. The Castigator has spoken, Silbermine."[/color]

And then, in a much quieter voice that only their three magic-wielding companions could hear, Shirik added, [color=d68300]"It would neither benefit us nor our [i]guests[/i] to engage in warfare here. We could hold this pass for days with our shared ability, but the cost would be... Undesirable. Listen to how this Silbermine speaks. He does so with entitlement, a parley would only bolster his obsession. Give them a day, and they will take a lifetime. Kerchak might still secure a thought mage, if we can keep these knights distracted."[/color]



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