Grey didn't have an answer to the question, and the clouds below weren't going to give him one either.
The only solution was the same one he had always had. He was going to slash, kill, and die if he had to until he got what he wanted.
Anyone who thought there was any other solution was a fucking idiot in his eyes. There was no diplomacy with these people. They didn't see them as human in the first place—or maybe, ironically enough, they saw them as exactly that.
Just some inferior, weak race they could take advantage of whenever they so pleased.
They weren't even here to compete, they were here to shore up their boredom until the other Races could actually show them someone of interest.
They were ripped out of their homes, unceremoniously dropped here with a blade in their hands and in the middle of a war they didn't understand. Some of them, like Grey himself, didn't even get that much.
