Folded his arms over his plated chest, listening intently to her words as though they were of grave importance to him and his wellbeing. Perhaps she was the embodiment of his guilt for the countless dragons his army had slain? He wasn’t sure, though the more she spoke, the more he believed her and her quest. “This fountain…if it is where you say it is, you will not make it through the outskirts of this forest, if not the dark ones then the witch will have her way with you.”<br/><br/>Aluren’s features contorted to a look of disgust at the mention of the witch though his words held strength to them in hopes she understood the severity of such. Sheathing his sword once more, he’d rest the flat end of her weapon in his palm, examining the fine, powerful blade closely. “This weapon has seen much.. and from how many undead you have slain with it, it is clear this weapon belongs in your hands.” He’d finally approach her, holding the flat end of the blade with both hands as he offered it to her.<br/><br/>Slowly shaking his head, the knight couldn’t believe, or even understand why he had come to the decision he had, perhaps actually finding company was all he wanted, even if his own curse will spell disaster. “You will need support, someone who knows these lands..” He hesitated, thoughts of his mania taking control being quite a realistic outcome, had it not already done so, but he had little choice. “I will come with you, Isabella.”