Faris' tail twitches when she tells him how many of her people remain. It is difficult to consider his peoples fortunate, but in perspective with her losses, he can see how it could be seen as such. And he takes it as a reminder that his tragedy is not the only one. A warrior must consider all sides. "So few indeed. My gravest sympathy. What were your numbers before the war?"

Her question is a reasonable one, both for sake of knowledge itself, as well as to prepare for the event that such a dangerous enemy may find its way here one day. "They are warlike and merciless. Physically they are uniquely repulsive, possessing both grasping hands and tentacles, and powerful legs too thick to cripple in combat. Their physical strength is not what makes them most dangerous." His voice is grim, and his tail stills as he describes his peoples' mortal enemy. "They possess a weapon known only as the Death, a projection weapon they use with their ships. It cannot be blocked by any known means, not even armor plating. Every living thing that enters its light field is killed instantly."