Corto listened to the two women banter back and forth as he followed them to the table. He only gave an encouraging nod as Alanna asked of Kartan's blessing. To him it was a bit of a silly question. Wherever a warrior of the Destroyer went the Blessing of Kartan followed. But he knew that hers was a persuasion of more delicate things, that of healing and nurturing. He had a strong respect for the healers, without which many more would have died never to fight again. Strangely enough there weren't many of them on Mt.Kartan, but then again he could imagine they would be awfully bothered living in a society where it was just Kartan here and Kartan this. As Morgalla brought up the water and asked of his opinion, his face brightened up a bit. Truth be told she should have known better than to ask an Elemental Templar of his opinion on one of the elements. Had he been Grand Master Oren Ray he would have gone off on a two hour sermon on the merits of water. But since he was only Corto he was fine with the following:<br/><br/>"Water is the lifegiver, that which makes things grow out of the Earth. Even you should be grateful Morgalla, for without water there would be no brew for you to partake off. Though I would agree that a tankard of Clan Pogyard's Mead would have been delicious on this fine morrow, I am more grateful that we have clean water to wet our souls and clean our wounds with."<br/><br/>That concluded the rather short sermon on the benefits of water. Corto had found that soldiers were people with very little time to spare, and as such he had reworked many of the sermons of Kartan to be summarized in about three sentences. He also knew that a sermon took better hold if it was personalized and thus he had mentioned not only the very popular dwarven mead but also the cleaning of the wounds so that he could invest both of the ladies in his words. After all, even a Templar could understand what joys could be wrought from investing ladies.<br/><br/>"What news of the battle then? Who are we fighting?"