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Enyo's hair stands on its ends and Borne stops dead in his tracks, sizing up the giants and Orest. As he looked over Orest he noted the familiar green sheen from the blades and raised an eyebrow. Impressive. He grins widely as he takes a few steps forward while keeping at a safe distance.

"Compliments to your creator for craftsmanship, you are indeed formidable." He says taking a bow, for once a sense of legitimacy to his tone. "I, Winston Borne, for one am here as a representative of Hazarmaveth, another old one, no ill will is intended towards Ulm or his people."

He continues to scan over Orest, taking mental notes. I wonder what tools were neccesary. He points towards Orest's blades.

"Your swords, is that adamant? Quite a skill Ulm has to craft it so well," He says beginning to trail off into his own interests. "I must admit, I am actually quite interested in the art of creation."

He realized he was starting to get distracted in his own thoughts and shook himself back to the point.

"Would there happen to be more of it? My client too is willing to cooperate, perhaps in reclaiming what is rightfully Ulm's?"

He awaits a response. I wonder if this is the power of first flesh.