"Very well then," Garsot agreed with Alleo's wanting to go meet with the slavers. He thought for a moment and nodded his head at the dragon, "Perhaps there could be room for compromise with them," he spoke optimistically while shifting his attention towards the two elves that still remained, "Maybe we can find your kin and negotiate a release while we are there."<br/><br/>A look of displeasure washed over the face of the warrior Cu'on as he pondered on the idea of he new guests wanting to negotiate with those that had caused the lands great pain but knew that the matter was not theirs to be forced to concern about. Still, the idea of treating the slavers with less than an arrow to the back was enough to make him puke. "That is assuming, of course, that they are still alive," he spoke with a voice full of malice.<br/><br/>Gylil, in an attempt to quell the resentment that was beginning to form in her companion towards the other two, looked onto Garsot as she made a request, "Would you two be willing to help us fight against the slavers instead?"<br/><br/>Garsot almost knew that this question was going to be brought up and already had his response prepared for it, "I understand how you must be feeling as I have had similar experiences with situations such as these. But it would be foolish for us to make an enemy out of someone when we could just as easily attempt to make a truce instead."<br/><br/>"And what makes you believe that a band of slavers are up to making a truce," Cu'on protested strongly.<br/><br/>"It's not so much believing they would make a deal as it is not putting us into an unnecessary conflict with them."<br/><br/>Cu'on shook his head in disgust, "So you would rather treat these slavers with the dignity of proposing a truce after everything they have done? They killed and enslaved so many of my kind and instead of enacting justice upon them in the form of seeing them to their graves, you would rather allow them to live under some agreement of peace?"<br/><br/>"Excuse my rudeness, but having us enact your vengeance upon them is hardly what I would call justice. To ask those who have no part in your agony to commit an act that you are unwilling to do yourself is cowardly and immoral," the undead simian spoke with utter seriousness towards the elf.<br/><br/>"I beg your pardon?" Cu'on felt insulted by the latest comment.<br/><br/>Garsot continued, "You say you want justice to be served to these slavers, yet you sit among this village while those that had been captured are stuck within whatever prison they find themselves in. You claim to not pursue them as to not leave the rest of the village under threat of attack, but I have seen what your village is comprised of. There were no sign of young elves or elderly that need taken care of, no sign of sick or incapable ones. Your lot seems a strong and sturdy one, yet you keep yourselves holed up here. When my people would come under attack or became captive to some group, everyone of us would fight back and search for our kin, even against armies that grossly outnumbered us. So you shall receive no pity from me regarding your lack of action."<br/><br/>The two elves had finally heard enough as both of them had grown tired of listening to this stranger talk of them as cowards. Cu'on stood up as if he was ready to battle, restrained himself and began to speak, "You dare question our bravery and our reasons for not going after the slavers?" He looked at both Alleo then Garsot before eying the doorway. "You are no longer welcome here. Please leave our village at once." As he demanded for them to leave, the mage could only look away in silence.<br/><br/>"Very well," Garsot looked at Alleo before reaching his arm out for her to climb upon once more, "We will head towards the mountains then. I thank you for the hospitality you had shown us."