Pyro sighs in disappointment, having the quarrel already be over. He notices the armored human facing him, with sword unsheathed. Pyro shakes his head and puts his hand out, as if to say "no thanks".
Put your weapon away. I have no reason nor the motive to quarrel with you.
He puts his hand back down and signals his titan to let go of its captive.
Before our interruption, you asked me what kind of portal it was, made by hand or naturally. It is made by the Elder Gods, entities of whom are extremely powerful, but that's another story.
He pulls out the old tome and shakes it slowly, as if wanted to direct attention to the tome.
The problem is, this tome is the only lead I have to finding Zamorak's whereabouts and ask if he can assist me with my predicament.