He nods his head as he listens, making no sound as he moves down the road. The story the boy tells is a rather interesting one and disconcerting. "Magic." He curses. "I've always hated magic. Even a wild beast is more predicatable then a spell." He curses again. "And the Princess wants me to get rid of this stone, i take it. She must know i cant destroy it, magicless as i am, so she can only hope for me to take it somewhere to be destroyed." He shakes his head. "I imagine she thinks the stone wont make me crazy? No..." He trails off, loosing himself in thought.