Rilden gently lowed Alura's hand holding the priceless gem. He stared at the man. "People who demand money to save the land from despair has no place in saving it." Rilden said. "I'm not sure if you were raised hearing the stories of the gods, but people with your powers never seem to keep their promises." He lifted up his blade to examine it. "This blade once belonged to Aleden, the true high king. [I]Fortis[/I] has not seen battle in a very long time, but there is a legend that said that this blad was once used to slay a gift bearer that lurked in the shadows... If you keep threatening me and my companions, and I will remind you that elves are known for never missing a shot. Even in total darkness. Centaurs have extreme endurance, and we are not just some fools that you can take for granted." Rilden said, in a cold tone, just like his. He was in no time to negotiate with a killer. Yes, he was extremely dangerous. But he was no match for the gift bearer of life, two elves, and a centaur.

As Rilden talked, Rhovanor pulled out his bow, drawing an arrow and putting it in position, just to prove a point. It was never a fact, but legends say that Elves can never miss a shot. They were born with a bow in hand. He did not want to fight this man, he could be useful, but he was sure Rilden had no intentions of paying him. Rilden's will was unmatched.