Sil shook her head. "They were little more than annoyances, albeit armed ones," she said simply, though her expression hadn't changed. "The graves of the fallen can be found not far from the cave entrance. Dying in battle is a great honor, and so they were deserving of at least a proper burial," she informed. She began to grow curious about just what the warlock was getting at, what she could be planning.<br/><br/>Deciding to keep her proud and strong demeanor, Sil said, "If I discover that you deceive me, I will end you, know that." Her arms fell to her sides, and though her swords were still in hand, they were not held up in a position as though they were to strike should her foe move a hair's breadth closer. She was silent for a time, unyielding to any sort of trickery that may have been in store for her. Finally, she asked, "Why are you here, Sbatarra?" He rwords were direct and genuine. "I have beaten you, and yet you return. You had sworn your revenge, and yet you do not strike. Why?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>