“I agree with you Alysia, but our madam healer is an honorary citizen of the Fort, not a prisoner. She is free to go on such a mission, especially one granted to her by the heavens,” Denak explains, but seems conflicted on the issue. “This new faction has an interest in me. Blood has already been spilt in my defence; I cannot sit here and wait for the red man to attack again. We need to know where they are and how powerful they are, and who better to draw them out then the one they are looking for?” Aeryn elaborates as she turns to face you, glancing at her elven companion out of the corner of her eye, who seems impatient to leave.<br/><br/>“Greetings my lady,” the young man returns your words with a nod of his head. He does not smile, but his expression is not grim either and his eyes seem kind. “I am Itass, apprentice to spell master Gerial. I shall be accompanying our healer on her mission, and providing her companions support with my arcane talent,”<br/>