Arngeirr looks down at the man who asked him of the luchadors.  He sees a proud man, robust of build, wearing a bright and colorful mask.  A proud luchador, this man must be!  Fighters of justice who wore their honor with pride, clear for all to see!  Arngeirr knew that these men had a rigid code of honor, and that the ultimate failure of a luchador was to lose his mask, and thus, no longer be of the lucha.<br/><br/>"I cannot say that I am, old bean," Arngeirr replies, "Though I do know of you and your honorable people.  Seeing as you must be a man of honor, I must ask you this:  would it not be a great injustice to take these beloved fowls from this adorable young girl, who is protected by the monks and knights of the Forbidden Temple?  If you are truly a man of honor, brave luchador, I beseech you to give up this quest, and side with those you know to be truly just!"