Razade

"You just said no magic we possess can kill you. If something is holding your spirit here then you simply should have let us know that. And chances are...you will say that spider perhaps? But you were not what you appeared to be, we have no reason to beleive that the same can not be said for the spider.

You have no reason to tell us the truth, we clearly have made up our mind to do you in. But that is simply the route of life. One must die to save another, it is simple nature at its best. But. If you truely wish to save that unlife of yours, then it would be in your best interest to tell us what we can do to help, so that we all may leave, and that we may pass the trial we have been placed under.

Surely you can see the logic of this? Togather we can leave. Alone and divided we will die. You far sooner then us. We clearly had the power to stop you, or if we do not you are clearly holding back. If its the former then where you failed we might not. If it is the latter then there is a reason and I would like to know what that is."

Razade's face is a mask of impassive fatigue, his eyes peering from behind his hair like a hawks.