Rygel shrugs, and turns to the others.  His wings tuck tightly around his shoulders, in a gesture curiously reminiscent of crossing one's arms across one's chest.  "I say we respect that.  Let's get some sleep, and go to assist with either the vermin or the giants.  I have no interest in starting trouble, when we have so much of it already.  We can always come back in a season and try to talk our way in."