[Tar'lak]
Draco hears this and nods to Tar'lak, he strokes the horny beard of his thinking on this a bit more.
"You raid caravans, barely survive on your own. You may not think of us surface dwellers as civilized." Draco answers, "But if you keep going down this path of resistence. You and your clan of Ashen will fall as those before you."
Then Draco drops a heavy truth on him.
"New Canaan owns Wraithmarsh, Tar'lak of Ashen. Whether you or your kin like it or not, you will be at war with not just your kind but ours as well. Olium is just an outpost for now but that will change. When we reach the Hollows and mine it, there will be no chance for us to be diplomatic about this. I've tried to be civil with your rivals, they paid the price for not taking our presents seriously.
Wraithmarsh will not be the same when you return home. The Hollows will be stripped barren, unless you do something to convince us to reconsider. If you can be the voice to your tribe and make them see reason, we can stop the fate of your people from ending where they sleep.
You would be the first tribe we've tried this with. If you want to save what is left of them, help me do this. I'll aid you however I can if you speak to your chieftain, Tor'uk. We can discuss their relocation to a better home or make arrangements to minimize our interference."
Draco stops Tar'lak in his steps.
"War with the Republic will be a slaughter. I'm not one for it, I wish to prevent it from happening again. You want to defend it, I can respect that. You need weapons, I can get you weapons, I'll take you back to your people safely if you speak for us. We can be your friends on the surface or enemies that will not stop until Wraithmarsh is cleansed. The choice, as Kane puts it, is yours."
He lets go of Tar'lak's shoulder. With a serious face drawn he y at him worried he will make the same mistakes as his enemies have.
"We'll help offload any cargo you have bought, give me the chance to show you we're all not as evil as these people have you believe."
