Walking beside the hovering Clotho, Xallihion's features won't change as he responds to her questions, [i][color=8882be]My people live deep in the heart of the earth, far deeper than any dwarf. There we pride ourselves on our mastery of magic and mental warfare. I left my people because I wanted power, as the strongest rule as our leaders.[/color][/i] His feet pass over the dead dwarves that were formerly under his command like broken toys or rocks, nothing more than something to be used and thrown away. 

[i][color=8882be]My journey brought me to the tunnels of the dwarves and I decided to work my way into the minds of their leaders and form a base of operations for myself to begin studying the dwarves and the surface races magic. At least until your people showed up.[/color][/i] As they continue to walk down the tunnel, Xallihion's eyes will pass over the increasing number of bugs and his curiousity will be piqued when he sees small humanoid creatures with large round objects further down the tunnel in the staging area, [i][color=8882be]I am guessing that is your comrade?[/color][/i]