"Your vile ways make you closer to the Dhaerow than the Tel'quessir"

Insulting, but perhaps not far from the truth. In time you will learn, Erlathan. The Dhaerow are not to be feared. Even here, they are hunted and killed. They are not allowed to travel unchecked, unwatched.

I am far different, brother. To them, I am just another Tel'quessir. Unwatched, unnoticed - Unchecked. I go where I wish, do as I wish. If you truly knew of my past brother, if you truly saw with a gifted sight granted by The First - You would know to fear me far more than you fear the Dhaerow. You would see the death that follows in my path.

But you are blind, like the rest. You do not see.

This is your mistake, and you will not know it until your final moments.

Another falls by my bow.

A new hunt begins. My bow is ready, my quiver full.

The tables will turn, and blood will spill.

You promised to aid my hunt, human.

And so you have.

Whatever comfort it gives him, I pray his god sees him to whatever end he deserves. He is a casualty, a necessary sacrifice in the battle against the great enemy.

The strength his death brings me, takes me closer to having what I need to end things. Shevarash guide my arrows.

A new hunt begins.