[Although he was loath to admit it, Astarion spoke the truth in this instance, the former general rendered powerless having only just arrived without his otherworldly abilities and immortality in due part to the Aasimar; Dame Aylin who's life force was siphoned from the soul cage deep within the Gauntlet of Shar. Begrudgingly Ketheric sighed solemnly with a bow of his head defeatedly, a slow nod ushered forth in understanding as he agrees to the pale elves terms.]

It would appear good fortune follows you wherever you might go, elf.

[The same certainly could not be said for himself, plagued with misfortune at every turn since the untimely death of his beloved wife leading onwards. Exhaustion was beginning to overtake him as he draws in deep breathes, dropping to his knees with his arms limp at his side as he looks towards the blue skies above. Could this truly be his fate? To live at the mercy of his assailants and never achieve his ideals? No...He refused to believe it but he knew when he was outmatched...For the time being.]

You have beaten me at every turn...I will admit defeat and submit to the will of this vessel and its crew.

[Finally snapping out of his hazy state of mind, Ketheric looked up towards the other with a look of determination, willpower still in tact regardless of his current predicament as his brows furrow intensely.]

But I will not succumb to your submission.