“We do not wish to destroy you.” she calls out.

“Could have fooled me.” I reply.

“We wish to meet with you, make you an offer,” she says, “Come out where we can speak. You know this to be true. We could have killed you in the bar if your death was all we wished.”

“I will come out only after you have explained who you are,” I say. “And don’t threaten Seymour. He is all you have to bargain with, and I think we both know it.”

“We are of an ancient tradition,” she says. “Our line is mingled with yours, and that of others. We hold all powers. This world moves toward a period of transition. The harvest must be increased. We are here as caretakers, as well as masters. If you join us in our efforts, your reward will be great.”

“Could you be a little more specific?” I say.

“No. You agree to join us or not. The choice is simple.”

“And if I refuse?”

“You will be destroyed. You are fast and strong, but you cannot survive our weapons.”