Ramus bows deeply and humbly before the awe that the creature infront of him possesses, the words he follows with he hopes to ring with truthfulness-as he knows the Lyseeri are too wise to be fooled by any trickeries that he may possess, "I thank you for answering my call Proathese, and I am sorry to have summoned you so abruptly and without notice. However, the current situation leaves me little choice if I do not want to see the rest of my allies, and perhaps myself, perish in combat."
"We are working in service of Ishtaria, and have investigated this glade in search of the cultists of the Dark Lord Melkor, little did we suspect that we would find the Arm of Melkor itself here as well-and so quickly." Ramus points towards the pillar of dark flame, "That despicable creature has already dispatched three of my friends, and I wish to see no more bloodshed against my companions. I implore you in the name of all that is holy to help us. If you should choose to help, what do you deem as a fair price for your aid in this battle?"