Erevan was panicking.
This was his doing. It happened again, and once more he got someone killed. First his cousin Raevion, then YukYuk, and now...
No! Remember what Sarith said? The kuo toa invent their gods, the definition of madness.
The noble elf rises, and turns to his companions.
"Stop this," he says with the quiet confidence of someone who is used to being obeyed.
Becoming more certain with every moment, Erevan turns to Shuushar, asking, "Please translate my words, friend..."