"I beg of you, King Tralin," the Brilhado reiterated. "Grant me asylum." Darin looked at the injured Brilhado severely; he was uncertain what to make of the plea for refuge. Tralin was uncertain as well; as a Drakel ruling over a human city he was in an extraordinarily unusual situation as it was, all the more so since he allowed the Drakel to occupy Derenian lands in their frantic search for something to stop the Devourer. Still he maintained an illusion of passivity. "Vindication or revenge?" "Lore by and large has little problems with racial discord."