"The pleasure, is all mine, Chiron the Quick. And please, Rilden will do just fine." The man said, giving a small bow in respect to Centaur culture. Rilden then turned to Alura, giving yet another bow. Then she started to speak to Rhovanor in their tongue. Long ago Rilden learned the language.. or tried to, at least. He was good, but things they were saying seemed a bit too complex for his vocabulary. "I have heard of the place. My family would stop by the small town for supplies while hunting for the village before Rayacre was closed off." He said, but as soon as he finished, a man appeared out of the woman elf's shadow!

It wasn't surprising that Rilden's blade was out as soon as he heard the noise. The blade glowing dimly as he went in to defensive stance. He had the large centaur and elf in front of him, though. It was good to see that people would stand up for what they believed in, even in this day. Rilden knew that he didn't his whole life... Rilden let Alura speak, and then the dark cloaked man. And as he did, Rilden could have already known he had a gift. "Rothen..." Rilden said very quietly under his breath. 

Rhovanor only watched, glaring at the man full of uncertainty and a bit of anger. He should have seen him come in. If he wasn't just a man for hire, he could have killed them all! The only hope Vahldir had! And Rhovanor's grip of his blades tightened the more he spoke.

Rilden stepped forward, past Chiron and Alura, his blade still at his side. "You think the Gods gave you those powers to make money?" Rilden asked, his eyes staring at him. "I will not pay for your services. If you want to join the side to bring Fusos' downfall, then we will take you. Follow us, we will know. And we might not be so lucky as to threaten to poison you..."