"Nope, here to talk, but after the reception your wall guards and gatekeeper gave me, I figured armor was a better choice. So, will we fight, and reduce this compound and the surrounding... ten miles or so to wasteland for the next twenty millennia, or will we talk? I would prefer the second, in case there was some lack of clarity there. Your fanatics are running amok, and I have to deal with any beyonder taints, hosts, or creations, which your people qualify for two of. You qualify for the third, one guess for who for which ones."<br/><br/>The color scheme vaguely reminded him of E'Lune, that worked with Jashah's people, but there was something... wrong with it. It felt like it was hiding something under it, but he couldn't tell what it was without getting closer. He also figured he was more powerful by maybe a quarter, enough to turn the issue to doubt if it came to a fight, since he was on its home ground. He kept his senses open, scanning for other taints or creations, last thing he needed was to get flanked right before the one in front of him blasted. That would hurt.