Lord Mordian frowned staring malevolently at Aht Net Patu the Bajan while he held tight his dagger. "Who sent you?" He asked.
The Bajan chuckled. "If I tell you, you would not believe me." He picked up a rusted sword and examined it, thereafter he slowly ran the sharp edge of sword across his right palm causing a blue thick liquid to flow thus confirming the fact that he was a Bajan "Wow this is really sharp." He said carelessly.
Lord Mordian's heart raced quickening his heartbeat. "Well that was not the question I asked, I said who sent you." He struggled to sound confident. "Let me guess, you Bajan's have decided to take interest in our affairs, why is that so? - huh."
"Well I am sorry to burst your bubble but that is far from the truth. Anyway I haven't turned into a Bajan yet and you are all scared, I am sure you must have pissed your pants by now - you look scared as a rat, however why were you so quick to believe me when I told you I was a Bajan - huh?