You had just arrived in the Swords of Sangheilos. Many sangheili around you stared at you, some glaring, and some seemingly neutral to your presence. But most looked friendly.

Eventually, you unexpectedly come across the Arbiter, the leader of the Swords of Sangheilos. He looked over at you and after a moment, began approaching you. He was a little curious.

“…Spartan.”

The massive sangheili didn’t seem to mind your presence, but he wasn’t too friendly either.