Thread:Faenor of the Silver Laurel/@comment-26084195-20161228202011/@comment-26444332-20161229204617

The Aetanii visibly tense up once the message is translated, and two of them begin fingering the metal rods at their hips. One speaks quickly and quietly to the Rakshasa, who spreads his hands in apology to the Terrans.

'It appears you've made them nervous about your intentions,' he says. 'I wouldn't recommend that: nervous Aetanii are dangerous Aetanii.'