It was bad. Whatever it was, Emris knew he wouldn't like it. And for the first time since the bandit incident he felt a niggling of regret of having bothered to help the man. Had he just turned around inste...wait...a prince? Emris blinked in stupified silence afraid that maybe he hadn't heard the man right. But as he continued to speak the more it seemed less likely that the man was lying. What reason would he have to lie about such a thing to begin with?<br/><br/>He listened in intent silence as the prince explained the reasoning by behind his untimely visit. Though at the mention of a witch, Emris' eyebrows drew together in the start of a frown, not sure of how useful he could be. Surely, killing a witch wasn't as simple as putting an arrow through her heart or cutting off her head. And even though no good could come from meddling in a witch's affairs he'd be foolish to let such an opportunity slip through the his fingers, "I'll help you." The desperation in the man's green eyes gave him pause and he resisted the urge to shift his weight, "Although I don't know how much help I can be...never hunted a witch before."