Verillion had every reason to suspect Alvin was full of it.
A Primarch? A Daemon Prince?
It wasn't that everyone doubted him. The real question was... if he was really that powerful, why was the Kabal hunting him everywhere?
The old Blood Jester fell silent for a long while, looking Alvin up and down as he made his bold claim. The corner of his eye twitched a few times before he let out a heavy sigh. "Let's put aside whether you can call that many people here. Have you considered one thing?"
Alvin adopted an attentive posture.
"First, this is Commorragh, the gathering place of the Dark Eldar."
Verillion raised one finger and spoke in a low voice. "Though Viktor has fallen and the various Kabals are fighting over power, don't forget... at the end of the day, this is still an internal matter. If I bring in human forces, what do you think will happen?"
"Of course... we'll be attacked from all sides."
Alvin smiled as he voiced Verillion's concern. "Every Kabal, the Witch Council, even the purebloods, will set aside their grudges without hesitation and unite against the 'traitor to his own kind.'"
The Dark Eldar seemed to fight viciously among themselves, but in the end, it was their own business.
Just like the Imperium of Man: if outsiders got involved, that was a different matter entirely!
"Exactly. Now, the second question." Verillion sneered. "Even if I did what you suggested and didn't care about being branded a traitor, do you think that even if humans could locate Commorragh, they'd necessarily defeat the Dark Eldar?"
"Hmm..." Alvin fell silent for a moment, then tilted his head toward him. "What else?"
"Hmph. You're too naive."
Verillion kept sneering, making no effort to hide the contempt in his eyes. "Even