He leaned forward, the beyonder crystal growth receding until it was a handful from the shoulders, just enough to remind her about what he had said. He glanced to the side, and released the soldiers outside, before forming a chair for himself, and sitting down. "To talk. Strange, I know, but we are new here, merely a dozen years ago this plane was surveyed, and its maps sold to the planar cartographers guild. Since then, we have merely been observing the large scale tainting, though almost everyone of those was a minor taint, and a passive one at that. Now, we find someone that has, to use an analogy, gone from sticks and stones straight to steel weapons and permanent spell effects on their soldiers. The boost are not unheard of to the planar community, but what is unheard of is the scale, and the time and resources it apparently took to get their. We are the planar beyonder tainted fighters, battling hostile beyonders and their pawns wherever we find them hostile and active. The ones on the plane that we observed before were passive, and mostly on normal people, not getting any benefits besides being slightly healthier than normal.<br/><br/>Now, you have heard my story and reason for coming here, and I would love to hear yours."<br/><br/>A small drone decloaked behind him, softly beeping, watching her over Draiss' shoulder like a small child would hide behind its parent. "That is a recording drone, it will remember and play back the conversation so me and mine have it on record. It is completely helpless, unable to defend itself except for hiding and fleeing. If your story is true, and the crimes enough, you might get unexpected help in bringing those who butchered your people to justice. And get true revenge, rather than the base revenge murder gives. True revenge is one your children and theirs, and their children, can point to with pride, openly, to strangers, who will nod and ignore the butchers, treating them worse than lepers, beggar, and other trash, fit only to be wiped off the sole of your boot."