Shrugging a bit, Tuigalen liked his idea better. That was only because he was getting into the spirit from before as a result of involving himself in that bar fight before. Looking back toward her, the elf nodded a bit and smirked. "That sounds like a great plan. Just promise me one thing, okay? You sound like you might underestimate an old man. Never do that; they fight with a reckless abandon." Rolling his eyes, he tried to seem casual. "Actually, there is one thing. If he's experimented with any bad magic since then, people might think we have a forbidden artifact." He didn't need that kind of accusation on his head.