"Fools! Clods and halfwits, grubbing blindly with root and branch, little better than beasts yourselves! What do you know of true power, of the subtle weave of the arcane, of the ability to call upon fire and ice, to wield even space and time against our foes?"
"No greater fools than the willfully ignorant, Dath'Remar. Your masters grant you power of which you know little, and for motives you cannot understand."
"Bah! Cowards, the lot of you! The ability to reshape the very world to suit us is within our grasp, and still you cling to your traditions! You fear the unknown and the future, I welcome it with open arms!"
"Open arms leave one vulnerable to being stabbed in the back."
"Which is doubtless why you stay with your flea-bitten beasts. Those of us with less limited intellects have more refined tastes in companionship."