Thrice groans. Tact escaped his allies. He walks past Aira, shaking his head as he slips a Senbon from within his sleeve toward his hand. "You'll have to excuse my friend. He's not known for his negotiating tactics. I mean, how terrible of him to try to bribe two regal royals such as yourselves? I'm glad to hear that your injured Rustler's can heal themselves, they truly are impressive creatures. I understand you can't let elves past, but what about non elves? We're but humble travelers, seeking wisdom from the reflecting on the great wonders of the twelve elements. We want no part in your war."
OOC: If they let us past, I turn and take an aimed shot for the week point between the chitin of their neck and the chitin of their head. If they will not let us past, I interrupt whichever one is speaking by leaping and stabbing for it's eye.
