<div style="text-align: justify;">"He will," answered Seifr immediately. Fyr straightened his back a little more. This was a rare show of trust from her side, and he was determined to show he could earn it. Even better, the leader of the formal enemy seemed to recognize him as having worth! <span style="font-style: italic">Definitely worth getting up at shit o'clock for,</span> thought Fyr.<br/><br/> "Of course, your prisoner will come along as the chief guide," Seifr continued. "He is, after all, the only one with any real knowledge of where this thing was." She pinned desh Aloth with her gaze. "Will they need a guard? He's capable, you say, but there was only one thing when he fought it. He says he heard more. I don't feel certain of sending two people out to their potential deaths just because we think the danger is still far away."<br/><br/>"Wouldn't we rather attract danger to our doorstep if we send out a small army to look for tracks?" Fyr protested. Even if his mother hadn't looked at him when she spoke, it sounded suspiciously like supervision to him. Over by the monster's head, still inspecting it, Tïris nodded.<br/><br/>"A covert mission in the Whitewood sounds like the better option," he saw with his hoarse voice. Fyr turned his head so fast his neck cracked. He had not expected support to come from Tïris of all people. He was usually a 'the more swords, the better our odds'-type of paygan. "Besides, we can hardly justify sending armed troops, of either side, into the Whitewood when the war hasn't yet formally begun," Tïris said. Seifr nodded slowly, not entirely convinced, but enough.<br/><br/>"If you will agree to this, I invite you all to stay the night," she told the dark elf ensemble. "I would send them out sooner rather than later, but we are tired, and I'm sure you are, too." She whistled for the second time that night; servants appeared as if out of thin air, were ordered to prepare rooms for the dark elves, and promptly left to carry out the order. <br/><br/>Fyr eyed the prisoner, Siravii, with interest again. It wasn't until now that he realized they must look like strange, mirrored versions of each other; where Fyr had platinum blond, almost white hair, Siravii looked as if shadows were tumbling from his head, but otherwise, their physical likenesses were striking. Fyr smiled at him, hoping to make it clear he didn't share his mother's suspicion of him. "Sounds like a plan," he said.</div>