Forivarra d'Deneith, Human Duskblade (least Sentinel Dragonmark)
Forivarra approaches Ganyon and says, "Hey, Ganyon, I wonder if you and I could come to some sort of an arrangment? Since I'll be going back into the Steading with the rest of the lads here, and you'll be maintaining our base camp, I wonder if we might agree to treat each other as we each deserve individually, without letting family squabbles enter into the picture? You see, I am of House Deneith whereas you are of House Tharashk, and well, I guess you've heard about that little dust-up over on Xen'drik a few weeks ago. I haven't heard too much about it, but apparently some of our kinfolk managed to get crossways with each other. Anyway, I don't want to get into that now, I just wanted to see if you and I might be able to reach an agreement to treat each other as befits folk in our situation without letting family squabbles half a world away get in the middle of things. I'm more than willing to stand beside you and fight orcs, giants, or whatever, and risk my life and health to save yours. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that and to know that you can trust me, Ganyon." After what must feel like an eternity to poor Ganyon, Forivarra finally shuts up and goes for a mug of ale. He always did have a knack for never saying one word where 100 would do!