So there seems to be intelligence hidden in that Fey arrogance after all.
Lower your weapons!
There will be no bloodshed unless I say so!
So son of Vilyasul...
What are your pitiful demands for this surrender?
Let the Silver Blaze judge my action.
Until I have been judged spare the people!
You know I can't do that Humezo...
Where here to root out impurity and there clearly some of them around.
The best I can do is spare the once without clear imperfections.
There is no other way..
No there is not.
Fine then... you win.
We except your terms.