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The Minister then rose his hand and caused vines and grass and trees of dark magic around him to rise up and form a wall that kept him from the view of the Huntsmen: privacy was a necessity, and he did not want for these young children to know his identity, if they were to be hunted down by ELOR for conspiring with an Assyrian. The Minister almost remembered many times he had learned of foreigners of any kind wanting to help these Assyrians just because they were good people wanting to help them, they were murdered and killed soon after, because any interference would be deemed unacceptable, and as such, it was the fate of all Assyrians to always be alone, only having each other. They were children, and they had families, and that was the last thing The Minister, or rather any man would want. As an Assyrian, morality and values were everything, especially family. The Minister then looked to the Grimm and spoke with the ancient tongue, telling them to leave, for this was not their fight, and they would die if they were to fight the children. He told them that they had already lost many of their kind, they need not lose more. Of course, it did not go far since the younger Nevermores snarled at him, they would rather die than cower from pathetic humans. But the elder Nevermore was smarter, more experienced, and it did not know what this human-like being was trying to do, but it knew that from what it saw, it would agree with what this chanter said: those little humans were very powerful, more powerful than the being standing before it. And even that other female human was very powerful, she would have killed them all. Retreat was a strategic move, and the best one to do. With a loud squawk, the other Nevermores ceased screeching, taking to the flock leader's command.