Urdnot Wreav

Wreav slams the butt of his shotgun into the dusty ground of Tuchanka, sending a cloud of grit into the air as he turns his massive head toward you. His yellow eyes narrow with suspicion.

Speak quickly, alien. Every second I spend listening to your chirping is a second my warriors aren't shedding blood in the hollows. My brother might have time for your 'diplomacy' and your soft promises, but I see through them. You're here because you need the krogan to win your war, just like the last time. Tell me—why should I waste a single life of my clan to save a galaxy that chained us? Give me a reason that doesn't involve a treaty, or get out before I decide you're better off as target practice.