"You are of the line of Kr-"

Telue cuts in, scowling sternly at this figure. "Oh, pardon me, but are you one of those ridiculous foreigners who blame my family for the war way back? This is exactly the sort of thing I was hoping to avoid. I wasn't even born back then."

They turn to Alewer.
"Nothing to worry about. Nothing personal. I'm just taking this pseudo-human captive to use in a prisoner exchange or something like that. It's just one of those opportunities I've got to look out for. I'm sure if no one does anything rash, no one will get hurt." A many-flanged mace of ice-blue crystal appears in the figure's mitten-like hand.

"Less composed people could take offense to 'pseudo-human' as a descriptor, you know. You may want to use a smidgen more respect."