[j] conquistador

Again, the question wasn't answered, not truly. He prattled on about what he could do and why he thought they should just welcome them with open arms. If he knew anything about Tartok, he would know that they were scurrilous of all that came to their borders, whether they claimed to be one of them or not; Kroc had never doubted his identity or his claim to be of the Northern faction. She just didn't trust him for the words that he said to consistently contradict himself, or the fact that he had snuck around their borders like a snake instead of coming to them first off. 

But she waited to interject, listening to their exchange with open ears. Either he would be accepted into their fold or not, but his answers were important and she would hear them out.