"I doubt that my answer will change, but I will consider it. And I will... attempt to negotiate peace, at your urging."<br/><br/>As he approaches the city of Union, still a couple hundred miles out, he notices an unusual sight; a human male, clearly mortal, dressed in worn-looking, rather ragged leather armor, holding a jeweled greataxe in his hands, and, apparently,<em>arguing</em>with it. After about five minutes, since they're walking in the same direction, he finally yells, "Fine? You don't like me? FINE! Here, I'll let you bother someone else!" He turns to the nearest person, which would be Draiss, and yells, "Hey, you! You want this axe? You can have this gods-damned axe!" he yells, throwing the axe at Draiss, not with any intent to hurt him, aiming at his feet, though he could pretty easily catch it, if he wanted to.