He shrugged, before standing. "Can I first let the people here know I might not be able to go with them tomorrow? And may I have my canteen back?"<br/><br/>He waited for her to agree, before heading back outside, where the mage still waited. "Someone is in there, and wants me to go with her to meet their 'Queen.' So depending on how long that takes, I might be having to catch up later. Looks like a short elf."<br/><br/>He headed back down, and nodded to her. "Alright, ready to go."<br/><br/>He did as she requested, before suddenly remembering what the mage had said about English being the High Elf language, not commonly spoken. And that elves were originally called Fae. A flicker of horror crossed his face as he suddenly intuited who he would be meeting, but he had already agreed, and running would likely be... less than wise.