"Uhhggg... crap, this isn't good. If that thing's a lawful fiend, I'd rather not deal with it. Eladrin here, remember? I'm literally a spiritual incarnation of freedom and charity, chaos and goodness. If the halfling's a native of this plane to the point of being a fiend, its tyranny and despotism given form. It may be diplomatic, it may even believe that it's helping use by its definition of right and wrong; but you can't trust it. Ever. It will violate you and your soul given a chance."<br/><br/>The Firre looks surprisingly pale with worry and his hair moves almost if it were alive or on fire.<br/><br/>"Still, I suppose asking your worst enemies on the planes for help would be a new experience."