He gave Meridia a flat look, before pulling a dagger out, and cleaning his finger nails. "Wow, you sound like what I would expect a red too. Fine, you crush them with an army and cow them into becoming sedate sheep. I am from a world where that likely happened a few times, and did happen, or more accurately attempt to happen, a couple times during the portion of history when we had reasonably accurate records. The end result is humanity eventually wheeling toward the attacker, no matter how noble their intentions, and exterminating them. There are no elves, dragons, dwarves, orcs, hobgoblins, kobolds, or any other magic requiring race on my world. Our drive for efficiency and to answer the most basic question of 'why' saw to that.<br/><br/>But I will admit that I doubt I will live long enough to make a noticeable change. Change takes time, a long time at that, otherwise it creates warps in a society, that eventually lead to tears that could cause the entire structure to implode quite spectacularly. And no matter what my race, I am still going to be an unusual, if not down right unacceptable, outsider, only barely moreso than either of you."<br/><br/>He glanced up from his dagger, a ghost of a smile on his face. "Only mentioning that cause I don't think you have thought this little expedition that far ahead. God knows, my leaders back home didn't think past the next election, if even that far. Most could barely plan a week in advance. And while I am eager to get back and see how pissed the Fae Court is going to be at my survival, I think hammering out further details might be a bit more... prudent."