He didn’t want Urudal up on his ship.  He definitely didn’t want him<i>in</i>the Sidriel.  As the large bounty hunter made his way up, the thought did cross his Ilion’s mind to shoot him right then and there and be done with him.  Life would be easier without Urudal tailing him all the time.<br/><br/>But then he noted how easy a task it was for the muscled giant to scale the ship.  Ilion’s gaze swept out around them to the wild, untamed land beyond the crash site.  He might’ve been called the White Lion, but his skillset was in hunting a different sort of prey.  He was all tech and weapons, and the wilderness had never held anything more than distant beauty for him.  Urudal looked like he should’ve been running through the forests with a bow or spear.  Yes, Seraph could feed him information, but there was a difference between knowing something and living it.  As much as he hated to admit it, there was a use, perhaps even a necessity, for the experience Urudal likely had.<br/><br/>A hand came down near his feet and he let his eyes slide down to meet the other man’s.  Ilion kept his chin lifted, showing he wasn’t intimidated by Urudal’s size any more than he had been his reputation.  Moments later, the hulking creature stood before him at his full height.  There was no denying that he looked impressive…  If it weren’t for Ilion’s Streduk heritage, it was likely those huge arms could crush his ribs in with a bear hug.<br/><br/>He narrowed his gaze at the offered hand, wondering if the way that was worded was simply because of a language barrier.  It was obvious that Urudal didn’t speak the current tongue with as much ease as Ilion himself.  Not that he felt like making it easier on the monster who had just smashed his beloved Sidriel by offering a change in language.<br/><br/>“Yes.  Truce,” he agreed, finally putting his hand in the other’s.  The size difference was ridiculous…  Was this even a man?  “A wonder you fit in there,” he commented, glancing at the mangled wreckage of the Shadow Lily.