"Well. My first proof, is this" he said and pulled up his shirt. Scars crossed all over his toned body. He released his shirt and let it fall back to normal. "Scars don't lie. I've been tortured relentlessly for most of my life. You want my second proof?" Then he says in the ancient language of elders; [i]"Mentiuntur meorum testor: ut anima, non potest esse unus de senioribus in lingua, et non potest fallere. Et verum est, iam non mentiri me hodie"[/i] (that is google translated latin. As I don't speak or know latin that's the best I can do. This is the english translation:I swear on my soul that I do lie, In the language of the elders one can not lie, and one can not cheat. My story is true and I have not lied once on this day). He looked straight at the person talking to him, knowing that her species usually understood that language