Xionphan raised an eyebrow at the man's suggestion, waiting a moment to see if anything else was forthcoming. Finding there was not, he looked away and raised his cup to his lips and sipped its contents, grimacing slightly at the taste. Looking back to Dinigorgeus he spoke: "<em>Sorry; I'm neither a teacher nor a showman. If you think you have information I'd be interested in you can either share it or not.</em>" He paused, then added: "<em>I have my own sources.</em>" He seemed ready to put away his cup and leave the Cymrillian standing when a shout rose up from outside the camp, upset rippling through the crowd. He was suddenly alert, his right hand clasping the hilt of his sword.