Elandris smiled faintly to hear the Knight's words, his face being somewhat too untrained in matters of social interaction to show more emotion than that. It was what he had been waiting for. Even such a man unskilled in diplomacy as Elandris was aware that when another man casually began stressing the importance of a specific action, "as if only someone would go and do it," they were, consciously or not, subtly volunteering to plunge feet-first into Hell. They were also most often suicidal fools, and while the Warden lacked the stupidity to classify the other man as a fool, the question of his suicidal tendencies still hung in the air like a spider dangling from a thread. Not moving, or stalking prey. Just dangling, swaying from side to side with the breeze and waiting for the thread to snap and plunge it into the abyss. A dangerous man.<br/>Elandris leaned forwards and lowered his voice slightly. "Deep in the wilderness, I took down an Orc messenger and recovered what seems to be a map with plans of some sort etched upon it. I have a feeling - " and here he straightened up again and put his elbows on the table, "- that it will lead to the Southern Forests."<br/>He shrugged. "If you're interested, I would not turn down the assistance of a skilled swordsman."<br/>Elandris suspected that his own objective lay within the tangled reaches of the Southern Forest as well, possibly even within the parameters of the map, although this he did not bother to hope. Additionally, although he was an agent of the Empire, part of his general code was to keep the peace and to assist in the deliverance of justice. It was simply another matter of duty.