Zeras said as the three Giarans gave him a helpless smile.
"So, my points stand. Let me have no reason to betray you and I won't. I too don't value traitors much. They are the most disgusting of all people in history after all..." Zeras said, but that didn't D'arvey much peace of mind...
"Why are you willing to help us? Why did you suddenly decide to approach us and help us? That's very unlike you. Actually, who are you? You're not a human. And probably some sort of monster that I have never really heard before. But the majority of the time you are always in human form. What is your backstory? How can a genius with an 80% bloodline be in the lower realms? This place is called a wasteland for a reason. What is your origin, Zeras." D'arvey said as Zeras sat upright.
"Now that is my other side of the deal. That is exactly the reason why I'm here. I'm here to ask you that question..." Zeras replied as the Giaran's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
