"Talking? I suppose we can do it your way. Though I'll have the illusions and grease ready, just in case."<br/><br/>As Draiss steps out from around the corner, there's a scream of terror from the back of the group; more than likely, the young lord, though it's cut short by a solid thwapping noise. The party comes to a sudden halt, and, a few moments later, a very large and burly liontaur, wearing an eyepatch, and looking rather like an old, grizzled veteran steps forward. He takes a moment to assess Draiss, silently, before replying. "They said you were bigger."