"Would you prefer I simply call you Wrock?"
Wrock scrunched his nose, "I'm not one to worry about things like titles. A simple name will suffice. I would normally be respectful to those of your status, but so far I've found myself disliking you."
"You'd have to pardon my rough first impressions. Tensions are high with Salamandor lurking about. Moreover I had to ensure Travis wasn't having any. . . uncouth ideas regarding his position in the Abyss.", Flinnder faked a smile.
"These matters don't concern me."
"Salamandor doesn't concern you?"
"He's been injured, and sacrificed every last of his clones. His current strength is below that of the weakened Averoth. I did not suffer any substantial injuries during that fight. If Salamandor acted out of turn he'd face some serious damage. He knows this, which is probably part of the reason he's affiliated himself with Last Lights."
"I think it's entirely unlikely he's actually becoming an ally of yours."
