Gra'Zir purred and his tail swished back and forth as he looked at Leera.<br/>"Gra'Zir is flattered, sweet one. Gra'Zir's tongue is really small and pink so you pay him a great compliment. Gra'Zir does not possess silver, truly, but as he hears it this land is disturbed by restless dead so silver should be a great weapon. Until he has earned such riches, Gra'Zir's silver tongue must ward off the enemies, hm?"<br/>He grinned at Matrim to buy time as he planned what he was going to answer as to why he was here on this island. The truth, that he was just fleeing a wealthy nobleman, seemed unproductive in his goal for an alliance.<br/><br/>"This island was once beautiful, Gra'Zir hears, and he swore an oath to the Queen of Ca-"<br/>"You owe me an apology, dipshit!"<br/>"Gra'Zir begs pardon?"<br/>He had no idea what the contraption the gnome was holding was, but he figured anything mysterious that was held as a weapon, was a weapon, and this made him glad it was pointed at someone else. The man who wanted to buy the tiger, whoever he truly was. What a silly thing to ask, to buy a great cat. If it had been a dog or a timberwolf Gra'Zir could see it being sold for a loaf of stale bread in a heartbeat, but a tiger was priceless. Nonetheless it provided a distraction and Gra'Zir did not speak again until Leera looked him over and he started over on a new lie.<br/><br/>"Gra'Zir is on this island for noble reasons, to be sure. Once every few centu-"<br/>"You, adventurers! I have a request for all of you."<br/>"Gra'Zir will tell you his story another time, effulgent one, but it seems the fates are against Gra'Zir explaining his purposes. Remind Gra'Zir again later, yes? When we are alone, perhaps."<br/><br/>All giza were odd to Gra'Zir but there was something otherworldly about this new man in a way the Swashy Cat could not put his claw on. Perhaps it was his eyes... perhaps just the way he sent a shiver down Gra'Zir's spine and made his hairs bristle. Gra'Zir looked expectantly at the other, licking his lips hungrily. There were so many fine people gathered. If they got a common enemy... it would be a very fine team. He drew his rapier and held it out for Leera to see, pointed against the mysterious stranger, but he tried to not look threatening, or indeed look much at the man at all.<br/><br/>"Gra'Zir lied before, sweet elf, when he said his silver tongue would slay our enemies. In truth, this will do."