Nash turned to the newest arrival and felt something in the back of his mind tickle. It felt odd, like an itch, just behind the eyeball. He rubbed one eye and bowed slightly in return. These new arrivals were coming in better, more intimidating forms.<br/>"Greetings. Tell me, my new, oddly technologically advanced friend, what terrain do you hail from? Desert? Tundra? Forest? I myself come from a mountainous habitat - cliffs everywhere!" He laughed, covering his question with a chuckle and somewhat fanciful dialogue. As he halted the assault on his orb, he spotted armor. Not only advanced considering the evaluation he had given the entire Continent (and related countries surrounding), but<span style="font-style: italic">horrendously</span>advanced.<br/>Nash considered this with a long draw on his smoke, and an extended stare at the armor. "Interesting, how did your people craft such well-developed armor?"<br/>That damned itch was back, and he renewed his assault on his eye. He thought he smelled grease, but like the itch, it was distant, real only to his senses.<br/>"Okay, is this<span style="font-style: italic">everyone</span>? I'm quite tired of introducing myself. Especially when soon enough you all shall hear my name and bow." This last statement was spoken with bitterness. It was something he knew would not happen, like non-Slayer Slayer citizenship.<br/>Nash was pacing the room now, restraining his excitement. This was a much better turn out that he had expected. Of course, he had expected strife, and a complete lack of unity, which seemed to be the case, but<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>was much more of a challenge.<br/>He froze, the itch in his head intensifying. What was it? Memories tickling the surface of his conscious, but darting back before he could get a fix on it. He stared at the Cryx's delegate's guard, and the itch turned into a pinch.<br/>Nash let out a stream of smoke before removing his palm from his eye socket and refusing to acknowledge the odd feeling. He grew still and detached, as he had before, but his eyes still roved curiously to the new arrivals. "Since no one seems to wish to discuss their freedom can I at least talk to you two about th finer aspects of your culture?"<br/>Several leaders protested, but Nash snorted at them, "Tell me what you wish to know about your future, I will tell you, but I will not repeat myself. Either you all agree on peace or we march to destroy. We will not accept any other answer."