Sir Rothos nods solemnly, “I understand,” as you explain between matters of magic and matters of the heart. “I am sure it is simply magic. My tracker is a good man, and would not abandon his lord for just a pretty face,” He takes a mouthful of the fruit and chews on it unnecessarily in a nervous silence.<br/><br/>Eventually he speaks again, “When do you imagine you could...embark upon this quest?” he inquires delicately. “I do not mean to rush you, Maidens, but it has already been several days. Will you require any supplies to aid you?” another pause. “If not, then my guards can take you to the base of the Highcastle Hills, but naturally for their own safety they must leave you there. They will show you the game trail,”