Legend
EXP: 45,220, Level: 9
Level completed: 13%,
EXP required for next Level: 8,780
"Cerna..." Nosdyn began. But he hesitated. He was trying to figure Aranor out, he was a variable in a long list of variables. That was the part of it that didn't sit well with Nosdyn. Here in front of Nosdyn was an all but entirely unknown quantity. He narrowed his eyes for a moment. Keeping close to his wife he looked at Aranor the entire time. He looked at his companions a moment later. There was an unspoken bond between Nosdyn and his undead. Rules, orders, laws.
His mind was sharp and working quickly. He hesitated. On a field where there were too many variables...Nosdyn couldn't afford to make a mistake. There was too much at stake. He clutched his weapon closely to his person for a moment or two. He felt nervous as he observed Aranor and he spoke a short time later. "You are in over your head." He told Aranor, taunting the man carefully. He was trying to learn about how the other man operated, learn as much as he could. His eyes were narrowed as he studied Aranor.
Aranor looked at Nosdyn with a raised eyebrow. "You know why I am here Nosdyn." He looked at the demon lord with a neutral expression at that point. "Yet, you hesitate knowingly. Why?" Aranor asked.
"You misunderstand." Nosdyn began. "The position you're in Aranor." Nosdyn kept the man talking, kept messing with the man's head. "I hesitate only to keep my people and my city safe. You on the other hand have no idea what we are capable of..." He said quietly.