Truce?

Watch yerself, mon. Drakuru shrunk more ‹race› heads than I can remember - and even if I could remember, I couldn't count that high. Lucky for you I be stuck in dis cage or I'd be addin' one more to da list. But things bein' what they are, mebbe we be puttin' our differences aside fer a time, eh? Drakuru know things, mon. Things that will aid you in your struggle here. <Drakuru cuts the palm of his hand on one of his tusks and extends it through the cage.> So, what you say, mon... truce?