Icarael put his helm back on, not feeling like letting the others read the slight annyoance on his face. THough his heart told him what they all spoke was true, it still left a bitter taste in his mouth how quickly and easily destruction, war, and death became cneterfold to what they intended.

He also decided to drop the argument of the past's importance. In his mind, he played out his retort, that if one sought to prevent further deaths - that is, if this god thought that to prevent such untimely deaths was a worthy cause - that the way in which one mrotal died would affect how to handle preventing further loss.

"Trickery is not my expertise. I cannot help but think though that they will be thinking the same things of us what we do of them. If we turn one of them to our cause, it will matter little if they turn one of us. Which one of us do you think they will try to recruit to their cause?"