Reasonably.

"You probably could do that. But I would use each of my last breaths to take as many of you with me as I could. How many would that be 10? 20?" he looks around for a bit, then back at you. "Just you? Doesn't matter. All I want from your men is to keep their hands of my staff, my apprentice, and my blood-whore. In that order of priority."

Despite your massive height difference, this man was standing tall before you.

You go quiet for a moment, then, slowly, you signal for your wolves to stop.

"These women are yours? " you ask, gesturing to the raven haired mage and the cackling dagger-wielder.

"Yes, with all they are." he replies.

You consider your next words carefully.

"Who are you, and what are you after here in Arlheim?" You ask, cautiously.

the dark-skinned mage smiles. "I am Uklag, and to put it short, Estara has something I want: A Dragonbone. I think you can guess where they would keep something like that."

You nod, recognizing the implications of Uklag's statements.

"Then you and I have something in common." You muse, calling for your wolves to back off and give the trio some space. You then raise a hand high into the air, signaling Siris, who is hidden by the side of the road, to stop aiming an arrow at Uklag's head, and come out.

"Oh?" Uklag's smile widens, but upon seeing Siris, he makes a disapproving tutting sound. “Then maybe we can work together. I am sorry for paralyzing your men, only wanted to ask them a few things…Who you are, for example.”

After a brief pause, you decide to take a leap of faith.

"They call me Ulric." Then, gesturing to your men. "And these are my Wolves. You are a mage yes? Are you skilled?"

“I’m the best, around. No one is going to keep me down.” Uklag muses, “If you want an example of my skills. I made all the equipment the three of us are using – including my staff.” He pauses for a moment, grimacing. “Regarding that, can I pick it up again? Feel weird without it.”

You nod, and he quickly grabs the staff, letting out a relieved sigh as he does so.

“How very nice. Let me return the favour.” Uklag begins, rummaging through his pockets, before eventually producing a dark green metal bar. “You can have this, every somewhat scholarly person can tell you that this metal, Orichalcum, has a high value.”

"Yes,"you reply, taking the bar. "I have heard of it." You glance about, your intuition telling you that it is not safe to stay here for much longer.

You tell Uklag exactly that, and instruct him to follow you. He does so, and soon after you are back at your camp, with your new allies in toe.

“So, how about it?" Uklag asks while you sit warming yourself by the fire. " Working together I mean. Once I have what I want I will be away from here, I don’t think there is anything to be gained if two people of our, ahem, ambition, hang around the same area."

You chuckle inwardly. "On that, we can agree. Very well, I will help you get into the treasure fort."

Uklag claps his hands together. “Very good! I will lend your guys Alratha, she may be crazy but she is able. Catherine and I will hand around here in the meantime, I want to teach her one or two things about Enchanting.”

"Good. I will find you again when it is time to strike." With that, you leave the warlock and his companions, heading off to regroup with your Wolves.