He could make mention of the fact that he was neither a studious wizard nor skilled sorceror, and that unlike them, he never really ran out of spellcasting power, but he decides against it. The term Warlock, at least back in the Hill Fort, was pretty much derogatory. Or that's how he felt, at least.  Why freak them out? Instead, he simply nodded his head.<br/><br/>"You'll get to see it if we end up going after the monster." He flashes his companions a bit of a wicked grin. He keeps his other talents to hismelf, though; if and when they're needed and end up being seen, he'll explain things then.<br/><br/>"Fae... mmm, that's troubling." Could be an interesting encounter, but he was wary of such tricky things.  "I'm not sure if you've marked its nest with your own eyes, but could you give us an idea of where this monster is?" He'd ask the elder.