Rhavir watched as Arkain walked across the lake and came to stand next to him. "I respect the others in this lake too much to settle a petty quarral between the two of us." He said, his runes dimming and finally going away. He walked over to the lake and sat down, giving a sigh as he listened to what Arkain had to say. "I was curious but through our quick skirmish I was able to flesh out why." He said, picking up a stick and breathing a plume of flame at it, igniting the tip.