Orin ignored Aliyah for a moment and replied to Sanchron. "I am sorry to hear that your cousin is such a foul creature. But there is no such thing as a lesser race. There are only lesser individuals, whose lives should be ripped from them in the most painful manner. Every race is unique in its own way. Nobody deserved to die the way those villagers did." The storm clouds began pouring down on Llanfon. Orin turned to greet Aliyah. "Hello, my name is Orin. I am here to help stop this dark mage rebellion. Can you explain why you and your friend were watching us?" Orin examined Aliyah for a moment, taking mental notes of everything she was wearing. He focused on her face for a moment, the looked at her hair. He looked at it very intently, noting the exact texture of it. Judging from the looks of it, Sanchron was right about her. Everything about her seemed to scream out that she was a fighter.