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Aaren paused, noting briefly the frustration in the dinlander. He seemed awfully firm about it all. Especially since it was their safety he were concerned about, not his own. That along made little sense, unless it was some sort of ruse. What would they be trying to hide, though? And he was only getting more and more stern about the entire thing. So there was something for him to hide, it seemed. He paused for a second, then pulled the sword from his back. He glanced only briefly at Tarwethial before turning his attention to the dinlander.

"You seem awfully concerned, seeing as you only just met us. What makes you so concerned for strangers?" he asked, although he figured by then, considering the dinlanders voice, that there was something he was hiding, or protecting, and was trying to ward them off. He didn't know much about magisprits, or dinlanders really, but most people, regardless of race, were similar in some thought patterns. Lying, in prticular, to protect others.

"We can't turn back, you see. We have important business to take care of, and this path is the quickest way there. Now I would suggest you remove yourself from our path; you seem to be blocking our way, you see."