The Varisian nods softly to Bennett's comments, "of course, of course...I suspect it may take a while for us to find this person, and even then I would feel...negligent if we didn't have some time to get at least some information from him.  You will have your chance, as shall anyone else that needs questions answered first.  Just...do not believe that he'll be bound and turned over to the guard when that is through.  He's slipped their leash before and will do so again with ease."<br/><br/>She sighs and flops back in the chair, looking at the ceiling.  She was beginning to wonder where this mysterious host of theirs was.  It wasn't common for elves to be impatient with such things, but the ache in her heart sought satisfaction.  Perhaps, though, this group would work out for the better as it may prevent her from doing anything overly hasty.  After all, she was regarded as a singer and a dancer, a harrower and bard, not particularly as a warrior.