Sir Telemnar's brow furrowed upon hearing about his special mission that he was going to undertake. Carry a blade of unimaginable power to thwart the mad scheme's of an old warlock and his secret cult. A mission he saw, that had purpose but something was missing. Reviewing his choice of words the half-orc spoke one more, clearly at peace with the fact that out of all that were present he was the one viewed as the most odd. It caused his furrow to deepen.<br/><br/>Upon the few exchanges between the half-orc and the king, he bowed slightly to the arriving princess before he voiced his words to the grand hall.<strong>"Beg you pardon, your Kingship. But I have a question or two if it could assist us farther. You say this warlock is imprisoned, underground in fact. Why not kill him where he lies trapped?" </strong><br/><br/>Gesturing towards the half-orc.<strong>"As for what Gra'ak said, I have another. As the sword will be parted from one another and two groups shall be formed, who will lead the second band, while on another note, much less, how many leagues must we travel in both if the swords parts destruction is our goal. Will you provide us with communication to speak with one another should a method to destroy this item arises?"</strong>More questions flooded into his mind but Telemnar hesitated. Simple and direct he was seeking here, no more or no less.