Looking at Orin's schocked expression, Sanchron laughed, his thin red tongue just visible behins his fangs.<span style="color: #FFFF80">"Don't get too startled, friend. I am what my kin call a Strife Shaman. I just noticed a presence that seemed... How to put it? Unnaturally natural. If that makes any sense at all."</span>He listened to the Fae explain his situation, his face turning from merry to grim again. He sighed as the Fae explained why he was in Llanfon and what he had seen.<span style="color: #FFFF80">"I am well aware of their cruelty. I am, in fact, hunting a kinsman who joined forces with them. My cousin. He was exiled, but... Hearing of his crimes, the elders sent me to deal with him."</span>He grins again, giving the Fae a friendly pat on the shoulder.<span style="color: #FFFF80">"Say, friend, maybe we could work together, hm?The lesser races of this city could hardly pose any opposition to the Dark Magi, but a Fae and an Akir... And maybe we'll find someone else who's not completely useless."</span>After saying that last bit, he looked immediately toward the two Diamay, his golden canine glare challenging them to speak up. He grins.<span style="color: #FFFF80">"And if my nose does not betray me, the two over there may be candidates."</span>