"You've come here about Maeldur et Kavurik," the ancient creature-- Daru ib Shamiq-- states plainly. "You don't know what it is, what it does, or where it is. And you expect me to tell you." It wheezes in a ghastly imitation of a weak chuckle. "The funny thing is-- I will. I might even tell you my secret recipe for hellcat a la Shamiq, little princess... if you think you have the stomach for it."
It holds up a bony finger, topped with a claw encrusted with unnameable fluids. "There's a condition." Its dry, cracked lips curl into a grimace. "There's always a condition-- whether they tell you about it or not. Heh. Believe me-- you're talking to one of the oldest deal-makers and string-pullers in existence." The mockery of the smile disappears, "I do not exaggerate, nor am I a braggart. I saw the powers that now live a-borning, and the powers before them as well. But you must know this, or you wouldn't be here." It waits with the patience of stone for you to mull its terms over.