Veyra, who had been silent until now, shifted her weight slightly and spoke without taking her eyes off me.
"We could gain his abilities if we manage to defeat him though."
"Don't rile him up, V," Drel replied calmly.
"I don't even care about abilities," Kharos growled. "I just want the bastard dead."
His body still leaned forward slightly, ready to spring, but Drel continued, pressing his point with steady logic rather than emotion.
"Listen," he said. "That goblin cannot get through the barrier. If he could, he already would have. And he knows that."
He gestured subtly toward the dome overhead.
"There is no reason to entertain him and risk our innate skills in the process. That's the entire purpose of the barrier. To keep out disturbances like this."
"Have you no pride?" Kharos snapped, clearly insulted.
Drel's eyes hardened slightly.
"Pride?" he repeated. "Grakk had pride. Look at where that got him."
