Tachyon
Not a bird
Kritas studied Caesura, weighing her words as she spoke. Calculations ran through his mind, trying to construct a cost-benefit analysis of trusting this otherworldly being. He was familiar with deception though, and the fae were not ones for outright lies. Although the situation may be slightly more complex than what was being presented now, the only way to learn more was to be accommodating.
"Well, the Low Races are more than familiar with the destructive forces of others. If you oppose such forces, then I see now reason to stop you. Rather the contrary, in fact. If you wish to enlist Orrin and Zaal to help you, perhaps you would not mind me tagging along? I do not seek employment, of course, for I could not truthfully claim to work *for* you. But a temporary allegiance for our mutual benefit? The Order has a vested interest in anything or anyone that can help defend Camblin, inadvertently or no." The last part is said with a smile.
"What say you, Orrin? I'm afraid I've assumed you were interested in the fair lady's offer. Was that assumption correct?"
"Well, the Low Races are more than familiar with the destructive forces of others. If you oppose such forces, then I see now reason to stop you. Rather the contrary, in fact. If you wish to enlist Orrin and Zaal to help you, perhaps you would not mind me tagging along? I do not seek employment, of course, for I could not truthfully claim to work *for* you. But a temporary allegiance for our mutual benefit? The Order has a vested interest in anything or anyone that can help defend Camblin, inadvertently or no." The last part is said with a smile.
"What say you, Orrin? I'm afraid I've assumed you were interested in the fair lady's offer. Was that assumption correct?"