The adventurer smiled warmly to Jaina, a look of apology entering his face. Mirth's monologue made him rub his chin in confusion, realising he made himself look foolishly before the Chultian.<br/><br/>"I apologize, it's a difference between our cultures. Not first and not the last, probably. Here in the realms, in the north..."<br/><br/>Amberin glanced around the bustling inn.<br/><br/>"Affairs of love are often conducted in much different sorroundings. Hunting and loving are concept far from each other. I am not saying we have more 'freedom' than you do, we are just used to losing it to iron chains, not chains of love."<br/><br/>Mirth finally revealed to them the threat they will be facing. Amberin knew it's going to be a serious journey, he had a 'gut feeling' about such things. They would soon be fighting, pursuing, hiding, struggling.<br/><br/>"Friend, what do you mean you cannot speak the name of your enemy? You know i am the one that brings down power-mad wizards and occult threats, yet... Just speaking a name to bring danger on us?"<br/><br/>Amberin wondered, trying to recall all of his knowledge of who or what the moneylender could be briefing them about.<br/><br/>"But i agree to go and give my life if necessary. It's what my life is about, it's what i owe to the realms. Let's leave the pleasant conversations for after we avert the disaster. Right now i want to prepare for the journey. Please tell me you at least know where the items are located? Bring out your maps, Mirth. You know i'm a proffesional in such matters."<br/><br/>He given Jaina a serious look, trying to assure her of his last sentence being true.<br/>