Draiss cut the other portals, and held the pheromone level where it was, idly noting that she was reacting to a mere 60%, far higher than the 40% that humans did. He shrugged, and spoke in flawless high elven. "You would be ideal, being the most experienced here, though if you would rather not trust a total stranger who is trigger happy and blasts when jumped, I would understand. Though my chances drop, and my inclination to help the elves would drop considerably. I believe the phrase is 'I scratch your back, you mine.'"<br/><br/>He pulled out a 'spell book,' though it was really just a collection of his research notes so far into his pheromones, and flipped through it, before finding the 'spell' he wanted. "Two days at most to get everyone home, in exchange for a guide, information, and my promise to at least push to get the policies on elves revised. More than you would get from any other human, who would offer a slave collar or a blade. I would call that a deal."